Wedding Styling Brilliance + Best Way for a Man to End An Argument. | Photography by André Teixeira of Brancoprata / Jose Villa Workshop {PART II} | Also, Bambo sits funny.

Happiest of Monday afternoons to your faces, my friends!  Actually, there are more things to greet…

Hi there, vibrant yellow bouquet in the foreground with ribbons the color of azure waters that I want to touch.  You flutter beautifully like the hair of Beyonce with child while she performs in high heels which is very dangerous!  Oh and hey- how’s the weather, extremely attractive couple caught in a moment of not exactly kissing, not exactly laughing?  Oohh and hello to you, too, billy ball decorated cake of on-trend wonder and astonishment.  Can I see you up close?

Oh, thank you, cake.  You are as pretty as I imagined you would be!

As you can see, there’s much to look at this afternoon, friends.  Because today is Brancoprata in Mexico for Jose Villa‘s Latest Workshop Part Deux: Return of the Amazeballs.  And OMGITISMYFAVORITE.  However, if you’ll indulge me for two shakes of a puppy’s butt, let’s pick up this conversation after a little message for my deli guy who I just met:

Guy at deli I met who prepared my salad: why you no give me normal amount of salad dressing on my salad?  Why you give me weird amount?

You poured approximately a lot of salad dressing on my salad, and it’s gross now.  Why you generous is wrong way?

Eating this salad is a little like eating a thick, sweet bowl of puke with some leaves added to it.  It is so much salad dressing that I can’t even take it.  So, so much.  Do you know anyone who likes this much dressing on their salad because I DO NOT.  Why did he put so much on?  Maybe the more important question right now is why didn’t I listen to my Mom who gets her salads there every time she visits us and tells me every time that, if I ever get a salad there, I should consider asking for the dressing on the side because dude gives her a bowl of honey mustard dressing soup with a touch of salad to garnish.  If she doesn’t ask for the dressing on the side, which she does now, always.  Mom, you’re so right, why are you always right.

Ok keeping it real, this is not unusual behavior for me, this forgetting (or as friends/relatives call it – this ”not paying attention” or this “ignoring” or this ”walking into another room when someone is mid-sentence, as if to say ‘f**k your words.’”).  It’s not that I’m still rebelling shmmahhmmana years out of college, it’s more about the fact that I’m just generally a forgetful mess, is all.  I’m forgetful sort of like how OJ Simpson is forgetful about the fact that he [allegedly] killed his wife and so writing a book about how you can kill your wife was the worst idea, though still a distant second behind actually killing his wife.  I’m forgetful in the way that whenever I watch a commercial where there’s this one kid sitting on the bleachers/the curb whose mom forgot to pick him up from soccer practice, or a movie where there’s the one kid who’s waiting in the rain for his mom to pick him up from practice, and then that one aspect of the kid’s life is extrapolated onto the entire social acceptability of the kid and how it’s got deep, emotional problems because the mom must be a head case… I’m always like, “s**t.  S**T.  That’s gonna be my kid.”

{Fast-forward more than 12 years from now, when we have pre-teens} … After the third late kid pickup, Honey’s going to be like, “Sweetheart, seriously?  You gotta pick up our kids on time, otherwise they’re gonna be pegged as the kids with the scatterbrained mom.”  To which I’ll say, “Honey, first of all, I am already this person.  I am who you know me to be.  You’ve seen my sister Jenny, right?  We’re related.  Also, if their friends don’t already know this about me then THEIR moms had low test scores because I wear this eccentricity on my sleeve and our kids’ friends could have tagged them with this scatterbrained mom BS right out of the gate at any one of our kids’ birthday parties into which I habitually come running with an ice cream cake from Carvel (PLEASE STILL EXIST IN THE FUTURE, CARVEL).  In closing, having me as a mom is going to bring them the occasional late pickup, and yes, we may have named our children with the most common, Presidential names not because we want them to be President but because we knew in advance that I’d be running late for their birthday parties and would need to be able to grab the already-inscribed birthday cakes from the showcase cooler at the cake shop.  But you know what?  Our kids are also going to get A’s in art class, writing and at least passing grades in math, will excel in good conversation, and they’ll always know that they have parents who love them endlessly, and also, they’re going to blame us for everything bad that happens in their lives ANYway, so why not be guilty /deserving of it?”

And that’s when Honey is going to say, “omg you’re right.  I am wrong!  Let me cook a nice dinner for you followed by extended cunnilingus and one of my award-winning foot rubs to lull you to sleep.  Also, I’ll pick up the kids from practice on alternate days.”

HELLOOO!  I got a little off track there.  Let me escort you back to the matter at hand which is my forgetfulness.

Here’s one more example of it: I’m Rick-James-on-The-Chapelle-Show level forgetful, minus the soul-crushing drug addiction.  So, I don’t even get the fun of drugs.  Just the forgetfulness.  Sucks.  Ohh- if you’re not familiar with Rick James’ cameos on The Chapelle Show (or you’re forgetful due to 1: rampant drug use or 2: genetic makeup-aka the unfair way), I will share a relevant quote from one of his appearances:

Rick James: ”See, I never just did things just to do them. Come on, what am I gonna do? Just all of a sudden jump up and grind my feet on somebody’s couch like it’s something to do? Come on. I got a little more sense then that.”

[... brief pause...]

Rick James: ”Yeah, I remember grinding my feet on Eddie’s couch.

Anywho, happy Monday afternoon, guys.  I totally forgot to say that… or did I?  I think all that salad dressing is clogging my synapses/syntax awareness.  Ok so tell me, how’s it hangin’?  Having a good Monday?  That’s probably a stretch since it is of course, Monday, but still I hope it’s going decently for you.

I’ve gotta say, if you’re anywhere near as excited about the fact that I’m blogging Part II of the gorgeous wedding styling inspiration Sofia and Andre of Brancoprata shared with me from their super awesome mega fun time experience in Mexico at Jose Villa‘s most recent workshop, then your a$$ is about to explode.  Because I am a radioactive level of excited about this and I’m gonna shut down ma talk hole so you can see it already.

ShaBLAMMY! ↴

Almost forgot… A Day in the Life of Bambino McPuppyPants III, Esq.

Today, Bambino stars in:

Bambino sits funny.  I can’t see how this is comfortable for him but it’s his go-to position.

So, what think you?  BECAUSE I AM DYING.  About the wedding inspiration.  Or about my insanity.  Because clearly either one is game.

xoxo!  - Alison

Brancoprata is member of TKB’s Vendor Love. You can explore more of Brancoprata in our guide.

Photography: André Teixeira of Brancoprata / Workshop: Jose Villa Workshops / The beautiful couple is Jana Williams and Dave Baez / Location: Hacienda El Carmen / Abby of Style me Pretty / Styling: Jill La Fleur / Cinematography: Joel Serrato FilmsKarina Puente / Brian of Richard Photo Lab / Jim Cagel Accountant / Mar of Team Hair and Makeup / Kate of Flower Wild Design / Paper goods design: Amber Moon / Calligraphy: Mara, Neither Snow / Cake: Erica O’brien / Wedding Gowns: Claire Pettibone / Hair Pieces: Mignonne / Engagement session gowns: Everly

Sponsors: Richard Photo LabFuji FilmVelvet RaptorCypress AlbumsKraft and JuteThink Tank / Ryan of Finch Design

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16 comments

  1. Lena on December 12, 2011

    When you said Carvel, I wanted to kiss you. NEVER LEAVE ME, CHOCOLATE CRUNCHIES. Unlike dressing, there can never be too many chocolate crunchies.

    ALSO, I was the kid with the scatterbrained mom-it actually works out okay. Now I’m super responsible and I take control of the Christmas stockings, etc.

    AND THAT WEDDING, which was the point. Right? Right. It’s amazing. I want to move to México and sip margaritas and celebrate. Which is actually a theme of my pre-sleep ritual–dream about Mexican vacation. Namely: http://www.hotel-bocachica.com/ except John says Acapulco is dangerous and someone will behead me, which leads to nightmares, so I’ve been subbing in http://www.hoteldeseo.com/explora.html

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  2. Kerry on December 12, 2011

    LOVE Brancoprata, love Jose Villa, love Mexico and Bambino Mc Puppypants, but particularly love how you just casually drop “extended cunnilingus” into the conversation in a way that I bet most other wedding bloggers dream of being able to do, but they just can’t manage to get it quite right…

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  3. Alison on December 12, 2011

    Lena – CHOCOLATE CRUNCHIIIIEEEEEESS!!!!!1111 So good. Those cakes make bday parties. I’ve always wanted one for the wedding but I hear it’ll melt before it’s all cut and stuff. Pish posh. We can make it work.

    You have reassured me that my children will come out being so awesome. Thank you, for that. We’ll do a middle name swap.

    Kerry – haha! thank you so much, I love your comment :) Hopefully no one will start flinging sex act terms into their blog conversation anytime soon… otherwise I will lose ALL OF MY APPEAL! ;) xx

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  4. Emmy on December 12, 2011

    Haahahahahahaha!! Alison your posts are always worth the wait. This is hilarious. Not to mention I am dying over the inspiration too! Jose Villa is just amazing, he’s a longtime fav of mine, but I think I’ll be adding brancoprata to that list now too. Beautiful work.

    I’m particularly obsessed with that cake. Sugared Billy balls? Yes please!

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  5. Amor as Riscas on December 13, 2011

    Are these pics for real? I mean c’mon! I can’t even pin point one detail I don’t absolutely ADORE about the whole thing.
    Sofia and Andre make me so proud of being a portuguese girl. Hell yeah!
    They rule. HARD!

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  6. Alison on December 13, 2011

    Emmy – Totes! Brancoprata rules the school. Sofia and André really have a special talent for creating beautiful, seamless work. We love them so hard :) And I know, seriously, the billy balls on that cake. So. Adorbs. xx!

    Amor as Riscas – Right on! They are the greatest. :) I love every detail, too!

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  7. Christine on December 13, 2011

    Love the wedding details! Really works with the theme. I especially love the wedding cake and the flower cage table centerpiece.

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  8. Alessandra on December 13, 2011

    Gorgeous pictures! Great job Sofia and André! ;)

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  9. Teresa Dahl on December 13, 2011

    Such fabulous pics! It kind of makes the occasion seem vintage, which I love.

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  10. Alison on December 13, 2011

    Christine – the flower cage is such a fantastic rustic touch, and really draws the eye to explore. Love interesting accents like that!

    Alessandra – they rock :)

    Teresa – Yes, totally :) Love!

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  11. Erica Ann Photography on December 13, 2011

    Wow, what a stunning location and gorgeous styling! The rust pulls everything together absolutely perfectly.

    Also, my dog sits like that too. We always thought it was because of a puppyhood hip injury but maybe not…

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  12. jacin {lovely little details} on December 13, 2011

    you had me at chocolate crunchies

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  13. Alison on December 13, 2011

    Erica Ann – it’s such a weird sit! so weird! but I hope it never goes away. :)

    Jacin – well they *are* delightful, so I am not surprised.

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  14. Erica OBrien on December 13, 2011

    Forget about the fact that these pictures are gorgeous. I had to write to say how funny the Beyonce into salad guy bit was. Thans for making me laugh?

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  15. Alison on December 13, 2011

    Erica – You’re welcome?

    :) love that cake, great job FAHREALS.

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  16. Erica OBrien on December 13, 2011

    Ooops…I meant: Thanks for making me laugh!

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