There’s a shoot that’s about to slap you in the face, amazeballs-inspiration-style, and I’m moderately thrilled to share it with you in a sec.
BUT FIRST… an *issue* I’d like to address, head-on.
As you know, here at TKB I thrive on talking about all things wedding and style, throwing in a pinch of celebrity dish, anywhere from a dash-to-a-horse-trough of fashion, sprinklings of tips from myself and industry mavens and… of course… some juicy, random, ridiculous, reDONKULOUS, totally WEIRD, totally AMAZEBALLS, and sometimes super-duper-private “I probably shouldn’t share this for the sake of my family name but WHATEV, my readers they need to hear this story so they can learn from it/enjoy it/make fun of it/throw up a little bit in their mouths over it/scoff at it/hate on it/thrill over it/whisper to their friends about it/totally identify with it” bits from my personal life. And, as you’ve likely become aware, the personal life aspect is sort of my fave part. It’s really too much fun to make fun of yourself and tell stories about those you love on a daily basis. And, fortunately, everyone in my life rules pretty hard and *gets* that I’m mentally jotting down interactions for zee purposes of zee bliggity. BUT.
It’s crazy hard to know where to draw the line on one front. Yeah it’s just one, but it’s sort of a HUGERIFIC one. Any guesses before I reveal? The answer, after the jump…
It’s sex. I’m talking about sex. Or actually I’m not talking about it as much as I used to/would like to. Which is SOOOOO unlike me. But when you know your entire family, both nuclear and extended – but most importantly YOUR LITTLE BROTHER ON OCCASION – has access to and anywhere from intermittently to religiously reads your posts, it’s a mind-f***. I want to be able to give you guys my personal take on/insight into sex and relationships from my perspective, and talk to you guys about how we have to take Bambino out of the room when we’re doing it because I’m tired of telling him “we’re just wrestling.” I want to discuss the fact that when our apartment neighbor – who we ADORED and still miss… hey, Pamela! – moved out and left the place uninhabited for a month or so, we reached a peak (not to be confused with ‘peek;’ there is a difference and it’s important) sexually speaking, because it was like living alone on a farm in the country. I want to be able to tell you that I’m happy to have a new neighbor, but slightly sad because now I can’t… umm… exercise my vocal cords in the manner I’ve become accustomed. Which is loudly and with fervor.
Anyway, we’re going to introduce ourselves to our lovely new neighbor soon, and it’s going to come up that I run TKB and she’s probably going to check it out and this means I’m probably not going to feel comfortable talking about my sex-life anymore. Which BITES. Because I want to talk about it; not just for the sake of it, but because I get emails/texts/tweets/facebook comments/facebook emails (!)/phone calls (!!) telling me how much the wedding + tips + personal anecdote triumvirate is enjoyed and looked forward to on the daily…….. (Side note: omGOD I seriously heart all of your emails/tweets/facebook comments/facebook emails/phone calls telling me these things; they single-handedly push me and inspire me to create create create! So thank you thank you thank you, as always!)……..
So what’s a girl to do? Do I continue to exorcise from my mind the fact that my Aunt Edie (my real Aunt, who is real awesome, but likely doesn’t want to know how often and at what decibel level I *get it on*) reads TKB or do I keep my neighbor and my family and my… christ, my little freaking brother… tucked firmly inside my frontal lobe and at least attempt to keep things somewhat appropriate for their sakes?
(*Hi Aunt Edie and your entire office! Erase this post from your memory, THANKS.)
Moving right along, without an effective segue…
You guys. THIS INSPIRATION SHOOT IS BITCH-SLAPPING ME IN THE FACE WITH PRETTY. And it’s leaving huge, flower-shaped welts on my cheeks which I sort of both love and am sad about because my wonderful mother is coming to town and I don’t want her to think honey abuses me with various available floral arrangements immediately after he gifts them to me. Hopefully she’ll understand after reading this post, which I’ll have her do right when she gets in the door. Anyway this shoot, which was submitted by the lovely Pauline Dennigan, makes me swoon for myriad reasons (yay, I used myriad!): I really love the look of those gorgeous wedding bouquet alternatives to the traditional bouquet, that feature everything BUT actual flowers.
Antique brooches, designer door knobs, various bits of jewelry, etc., can really come together to create a true keepsake for your wedding… and potentially your daughter’s wedding, if she isn’t a total biotch about it. I also adore floral head wreaths ever since I donned one for a shoot way back. Mind you, I thought they were REDONK before that day and WASN’T HAVING ANY OF IT. Really gotta try everything once. And finally, I’m totes digging the desserts, as per ushe (← that’s me abbreviating ‘usual’ like a ridiculous person who abbreviates too many words too often). I’m just generally crushing on this inspo shoot HARD, and I hope you guys find some great ideas as well! Behold:
Here’s the rundown on today’s whimsical wonderland, from Pauline:
Cakes and desserts involved:
- Choco Cake Pops-chocolate fudge cake with candy coating.
- Mini red velvet Cup cakes with raspberry frosting.
- Red velvet cake with raspberry frosting.
- Meringue Kisses.
- Mini strawberry milkshakes with icecream.
- Vintage rose wedding cake with antique french lace and sugar flowers.
Belgian chocolate, local free range eggs and madagascan vanilla are used by Cloudberry Bakery in all the cakes.
Flowers Used: Avalanche and sweet avalanche roses, vendella roses and spray roses. White and pink Peony roses and amaranthus. Carrie’s signature brooch bouquets also featured.
Our dog model: Coco the labradoodle, only 8 weeks old and the softest, most cuddly dog you will ever hold, belonging to Carrie, our florist.
Overall we wanted to emphasise a soft, romantic look using as many luscious, summer, blossoms that we could get our hands on. We thought it would be fun to have a rose tea & cake reception at Ballygarry House rather than the usual tipple. I love their green, lush gardens so we managed to dive in and out between the rain showers that are very much a part of our daily lives here in Ireland. I guess that is the price to pay for such amazing greenery!
This puppy is dedicated to Diana Rush‘s daughter, Kate, who LOVES adorable puppies…
Kate, this puppy’s name should probably be Sparkles, right? ;)
AAAAAHHHHHH right? Right??
In closing, if you’re looking for the perfect gift for a little girl, know Malibu Barbie is available and, as the times demand, she’s been coming with a wee bottle of SPF for a few years now! You guys, this is so great. Now little girls everywhere will know how crucial it is to be sunsafe as they aggressively hate on their bodies. They may never achieve Barbie’s wholly unattainable physique, but at least they’ll be tanning safely as they wallow in their heartache! Truly, sunburns only add insult to emotional injury. AMIRITE? It’s good to see that the times, they really are a changin’.
So, thoughts? You know, on anything you’ve read or seen. I’m game for anything today CLEARLY.
xoxo! – Alison
Photography: Pauline Dennigan / Make-up: Kathryn O’ Neill / Hair: Tricia O’ Sullivan / Flowers: Carrie O’ Connor / Cakes: Sam Harrison / Dresses: Mags & Liz Horgan / Suits: Ryle Menswear / Stationery: Jill Blanc-McDermott / Vintage China: Pearl Collins / Hotel: Ballygarry House Hotel