The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, ’tis with a face Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon, When done the journey of her nightly race, Had found him sleeping, and supplied his place. For days the shepherds in the fields may be, Nor mark …
The setting: Washington D.C. The client: A darling couple, brilliant, bespoke, sophisticated and fun The project: Design unique wedding invitations, event postcard, map, itinerary, thank you cards & a Shaker wedding contract The challenge: Keep it whimsical but also posh. Also, include the dog! The mother of the bride: My best (totally wacky) college friend …
Make time to gather and make sure it’s a bountiful feast!
“You are like a hurricane, there’s home in your eyes. And I’m getting blown away, somewhere safer where the feeling stays, I wanna love you but I’m getting blown away. I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream. And you could have been anyone to me.” – Neil Young Time is such …
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