I’m really excited today because I get to share with you guys what I think is a seriously fab idea for your wedding centerpieces.
But I’d also like to tell a story today about computer love and how opposites attract, so let’s begin with story time, and then jump right back into today’s feature. Ok, here we go… hope you enjoy!
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As many of you know, I own an iMac, and I make love to it on a daily basis, for upwards of ten hours. It’s a steamy love affair; I seem to know just the right buttons to push. And though sometimes I worry I’m maxing out his resources, all it really takes is a quick shutdown and restart for him to feel completely recharged and ready to take me on for another go. Of course, we have our moments but, all in all, I love my iMac and, though he doesn’t talk much (save for a thunderous roar every time I turn him on), I’m pretty certain my iMac loves me.
But my iMac is a desktop. He keeps me chained to my desk, and I don’t appreciate it. In fact, I’ve grown to resent it. I need to roam free, where the grass grows and the inspiration flows. And I want to have the option to take him along with me, should the mood strike to write a post while I’m out and about. So recently I’ve been pondering what it would be like to have a MacBook Pro. I have a MacBook already, but he’s from my college years and way too overworked and immature to handle my needs these days. Plus, his battery life is crap. He’s a three minute man.
It has taken me months to get comfortable with the idea of taking on another Mac, but, in weighing my options and my needs, I’ve determined that for me and my projects to be able to grow, I must be free to move about the cabin of life. … and blog from there. (–Ohhh how cool am I.)
Ok, now here’s where my significant other comes into the story (and please note ~ for today, I will refer to my significant other as “Fancy Pants McGee” or “Fancy P. McGee” – and quite possibly F.P. McGee or FPM if I get tired – from here on out, as I see fit):
So, I told Fancy P. McGee that I’d finally broken down and decided that I do need a laptop. I had done some research (aka, clicked one button) and found that a student discount would shave MAX $150 off the retail price of the MacBook Pro I was eyeing. Our conversation went as follows:
FPM: That’s great! What do Anthropologie dresses cost these days? You could probably get two for $150 – you should do that with the money!
ME: First of all, no I couldn’t. $150 would buy me ahh dress, not two, or maybe a pair of jeans at Anthro. But as far as the comp goes, it’s gonna cost between $1k and $2K, and a student discount will save me around $150, but I’ll still be in the hole $1500. Not coming out on top here. No net profit.
FPM: Yeah, no I get it, babe. What I’m saying is you’ll have saved $150, so you should treat yourself to that much in fashions. (Ok, he didn’t call them fashions, I only wish he had. Dwight from Real Housewives of ATL has been repeating “fashion show with no fashions” all day in my head, so that’s where that came from.)
ME: I should spend the saved money? I don’t understand. I’ll be out $1500.
FPM: You save $150 with the discount, so you’ll have $150 left over that you wouldn’t have had without the discount.
ME: OMG. I get it now. This is found money to you!
This is one way in which Fancy P. and I could not be more dissimilar. Could not. But here’s the moral of the story: we often seek out mates with traits we wish we had more of in ourselves. I’m a saver-to-the-max, and wish I felt comfortable parting with a little discretionary income every so often. Kidding, I don’t have “discretionary income.” That’s a term that entitled folk invented to feel better about buying gilded furniture and designing themed rooms in their homes instead of helping others.
But yeah, I do wish I felt a little more comfortable spending on myself every once in a while. And that’s where Fancy Pants comes in. I’ve tamed his ways considerably, but he’s still got that itch to spend coursing through his veins. And sometimes, it’s not such a bad thing to let it run wild. But only sometimes. … like with bed purchases. (Most of you guys know what I’m talking about; more on that in the future!)
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Ok, back to the centerpieces!
Bettula is one of the many amazing vendors I encountered at Renegade this past weekend. With Bettula, Heather Fagan has created a line of vases (not to mention other home decor, art and even jewelry) all made from repurposed birch bark. How cool is she and how rad is that? And how fab does it all look?
I think these vases would work so well as centerpieces. Place flowers or plants of your choice in vases of varying heights, and you’ve got some serious eye candy for your guests to ogle while they eat. I adore the natural ones, but those gold numbers are incredibly flashtastic if you ask me. Of course, you’ll want to go with what works for your color scheme.
(This girl was really into the display – like, really – so I chose not to disturb her. It’s only when I see the photos in their full glory that I realize asking her to step away for a moment would have been the wisest choice of all. I will remember this lesson for next time.)
Like Heather’s work? Think you might fancy the idea of using her vases for some centerpiece action? Go ahead and check out her Etsy shop!
So, what do you guys think? Would you throw some flowers/candles/succulents into these babies, delicately place them on your tables and call it a day? Are they wedding worthy in your book? Tell me the truth; I’m really curious what you think!