This past weekend one of my friends tied the knot. (Perhaps it is just me but do you ever wonder what kind of a knot people tie when you hear this phrase? We will just leave it at that.) You can read about her rapid (as in rafting) bachelorette weekend here.
Their wedding took place in Camden at Merryspring Nature Center, where the bearded fellow worked as the Environmental Educator our first year in Maine. The rehearsal dinner was at Cappy’s Chowder House, a downtown Camden classic. The tables at Cappy’s are covered in butcher paper and topped with little baskets containing condiments and crayons for
children anyone to use. Threepio and Artoo were drawn by the bearded fellow. That purple thing? That’s my Millennium Falcon. I think I will keep my day job.
Craft. Noun: An activity involving skill in making things by hand.
Wait! I thought this was a knitting and crochet blog! Why the blade and little wooden tree? I have a little secret to share. I love to knit and I adore crocheting (and sometimes sewing makes me somewhat pleased) and I have a new obsession with camp crafts.
Chelsea over at Hipster Spice was kind enough to mention me in a recent blog hop. Thank you! You know, these questions were harder to answer than the ones posed by Lattes and Llamas in my recent Liebster Award post. Well, here we go!
I do not consider myself much of a home decorator. When the bearded fellow and I moved to Maine, our first apartment was adorned with two things: one Star Trek calendar and one framed picture of Leonard Nimoy as Spock (swoon).
Over the years we have slowly developed our self-proclaimed style: simple, unpretentious, with a vintage twist. The bearded fellow has a keen eye for color and design. Try as I might, I can only coordinate colors when I am not actually trying to do so.
On Saturday we suddenly had an urge to add houseplants to our apartment. For years we have lived with endlessly multiplying spider plants that simply will not die. Which is great, because I sometimes have a brown thumb. This time we wanted something more sophisticated. Peace Lily. Fern. Ponytail Palm. You know, something Poirot would have.
While hunting for suitable plants and holders we made our way to Michaels. I took a look at one aisle, the bearded fellow took a peek down another. It was relatively quiet until the bearded fellow happened upon the most ridiculously adorable hunk of ceramic we have ever seen. Not a plant pot, but, for some unexplained reason, we just had to have it.