dear kathleen...

my friend of very big brain and cutting-edge style is getting married. she lives outside of london. her fancy is one of the most beautiful men you'll ever see. and when he's exasperated, he says things like, "did i balls?!"

i don't know what that means, but it sounds brilliantly naughty, don't you think?

anyway. i've been trying to help kathleen as much as i can, but remember? uncle sugar and i eloped to nantucket. i wore a marilyn monroe-ish dress that blew romantically in the wind, found at j. crew years and years before they re-invented the wedding gown.

plus, at last count, i've kirtsy'd at least seven hundred and fifty-four of the most drop-dead weddings. ever. i've instructed her to begin her planning at snippet and ink. then jump over to brooklyn bride. and she is under strict orders to devote serious time to green wedding shoes. as well as thirty other sights that will surely help her decision-making process.

easy, yes?

her last two mails to me have included an expletive in the subject line. apparently, she does not have a decision-making process. at least, not one i can print here.

i wish i had more experience in these sorts of things. weddings. all i really remember about my own is standing on the edge of that island with my patrick, thinking that this was a very lovely way to spend a wednesday afternoon. and also a lifetime.

so far, i've talked kathleen into this blue, and i'm working on a sweets table and letterpressed invites. unless her fancy made a book like this when he was six. and it'd be awesome if she'd finalize my text for her save-the-date, don't you think? {shhh. mary and i are working on a t.ruffles' inspired design for her!} visit kathleen here, but only on wednesdays and fridays.