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I've never been more ready to be married. It's quite challenging being away from JD. There's really only one person that I want to see. and hug. and kiss. and talk with each day. and it kills me when I can't. The phone just doesn't cut it. You would understand if you saw his smile. It's captivating. In fact, most things about him are captivating. But I'll focus on his smile for now. He has those beautiful lines on each side of his mouth. Since the day I met him, I have called them his bookends. And that's because they support his mouth just perfectly so. I miss his bookends.

Ugh. If only I could take pictures all day, hang out with kids whilst using sign language, own a vintage specialty shop, live near the beach, have 2 dogs, 3-5 babies, JD, my very own grand piano, and a beautiful house with a wrap around porch complimented perfectly by me in a porch swing sipping tea and reading each morning. I must find a way to make this happen. Anything's possible, right?

Until then, I'm going to enjoy my 2nd floor living without a yard as much as my overly ambitious heart can handle.

And I'm keeping busy living life. Taking photos. Being crafty. Playing music. Going to school. And always obsessed with everything from days gone by.....

Speaking of which, I'm currently looking for vintage suitcases. Preferably authentic. Preferably 3 in different styles and 3 different sizes that look amazing stacked on each other. I'm planning on searching ebay and etsy. I will also be checking into vintage stores in the area. I have a vision and know what I want, just have to find it. Something along the lines of this:



Minus the pillows. Although, they are adorable.

So, if you know the lowdown on some rad old time suitcases or anything else that is radly vintage, please let me know.



A presto,

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Being my first post here in this blog, I'll keep it short and sweet.

Have you ever tried to plan a wedding with an Italian mother? Well, I have. And let me tell ya, it has been quite a trip! Here's a glance into just a few of the discussions I have had since the engagement:

First, the idea of a small wedding is laughable as Sicilianos come in herds. Dean Martin should play at least a few times in the evening. The never ending cannolis vs no cannolis debate. Vino? How much Vino? Don't forget to wear green to the rehearsal dinner! Do we do the Tarantella even though half the people will have no clue how? It's not really hard to decide between pasta or some other dish at the reception. The hard part is deciding what TYPE of pasta to have. And remember, when the mood hits-a you eye like a big pizza pie, that really IS amore.

Yes, the insanity is undeniable. But oh, dear friends, one thing that I CAN guarantee is a night to remember.

Until next time, bloggerverse.



Salute e a presto,