• March 2010 Archive •

Fine Like Wine

My husband has one mission each and every single day – to annoy me. His annoyances are intentional and undeniable. Some days it’s the constant poking and slapping of my junk in the trunk while other days it’s the picking me up and twirling me around as if we’re auditioning for Dancing with the Stars. He also enjoys leaving crumbs scattered on the kitchen countertops and quite frequently requests I remain in the bathroom while he showers, never mind the fact I’m in the middle of preparing dinner. My response usually graduates from a playful smile to a roll of the eyes to a stern “Chase Taylor” warning. I can’t fault him for his efforts. He warned me in his wedding vows that he would strive every day to get on my next-to-last nerve. He knows to stop before getting to the last one. Although his daily attempts to get me flustered are usually successful, this past week he demonstrated behavior so neurotic and absurd that it deserves public recognition.

On Tuesday, Chase called me on his way home from work for our routine evening conversation to tell me he had stopped at Sonic to pick up a Route 44-sized Strawberry milkshake. It was odd, to say the least, considering he rarely visits a fast food joint out of impulse. When he walked into the house, his gigantic milkshake was in the form of a beautiful bouquet of flowers – just for me. Those flowers fulfilled my sweet tooth unlike any milkshake could.

Saturday morning I woke up to breakfast in bed. I’m not joking. I thought I was still dreaming when he came waltzing through the bedroom with a plate full of eggs, waffles and fresh fruit. I kept looking for a side of reality somewhere on the plate. I was tempted to ask the stranger in the bed next to me when my husband would return home, but I figured it was best to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Perhaps the sweetest token of affection bestowed upon me this past week was a gift so thoughtful and meaningful, I will always cherish it. I enjoy wine. Whether I need a relaxer, picker upper or just the need to feel sophisticated, wine does the trick. Two weeks after Chase and I started dating I told him I was going to marry him. I know I broke all the rules. I appeared desperate and certainly wasn’t playing hard-to-get. The words were released from my mouth partly due to the fact that I knew he was the one and also due to the fact that I had consumed a bottle of wine.

The night of our engagement, Chase bought a celebratory bottle of wine. Long after the wine was emptied, the bottle remained a staple in our collection of “us” things. You know the little collectibles you hold on to in order to remember a certain place and time. I wanted to save that wine bottle regardless if it was just rolling around the useless cabinet above our microwave.

Unknown to me, Chase sent our wine bottle to Christine Masters with Masters Glass Art to have it melted into a gorgeous spoon rest. Not only does it make a decorative accessory for our kitchen counter but it is now a practical memento from the night of our engagement. It was such a unique and unexpected testament to our relationship.

So, before you recycle (Please recycle!) your old wine or champagne bottle, consider turning it into a functional keepsake. It’s an inexpensive way to create a priceless heirloom to remember your special occasion or to give as a gift.

As for my husband, his shower of sweetness this past week has increased my threshold of tolerance when dealing with his attempts to annoy me. It has also reminded me that our marriage is somewhat like a fine bottle of wine, getting better with time.

P.S. – Receiving this beautiful spoon rest has reminded me that I still need to purchase one for my dear friend Aimee since I accidently dropped and shattered hers at our annual “Thanxmas” get-together. Unfortunately I can’t blame it on the wine, I’m just clumsy sometimes.

xoxo, Priscilla
Love Makes the World Go Round

I’ve been lucky to love. Not necessarily always lucky in love, but lucky to love. I’ve experienced an array of relationships, each permanently sewn into the fabric of who I am. I tasted puppy love at the tender age of 15. In my life, I’ve been head over heels in love. I’ve been lovesick. I’ve loved until it hurt. I’ve chosen to walk away when love wasn’t enough. I’ve experienced loving someone without being in love with them. I have a first and last love. The truth is there are so many variations and levels of love and I’m fortunate to have so many samples in my portfolio. (Don’t worry – I won’t tag the characters.)

I feel sorry for anyone who hasn’t had the opportunity to experience a life changing, earth shattering and even bittersweet love. Everyone deserves the right to learn how to be in love and be loved. Who am I to judge others just because the recipient of their love comes in a different color, shape or gender?

It’s no secret that growing up in a small, bible-based town can sometimes distort your vision of the world outside the county lines. I can still hear the outrage of whispers that echoed throughout my hometown church when two men walked through the doors to attend our service. I can only imagine how uncomfortable they must have felt to sit in the back row and still feel every eye in the church glued to them. I commend my church for opening the doors and welcoming everyone but I condemn those that nodded their heads in agreement with the sermon about watching your tongue as they simultaneously gossiped about the “gays” in the last pew.

Last November I had the privilege of coordinating a commitment ceremony for Nykolas and Mateo. It was an abnormally gorgeous day as friends and family of the couple filled the deck overlooking the water at Lake Johnson. Their attendance to the ceremony didn’t automatically symbolize that they agreed with the wedding, but it did symbolize that they loved and supported Nykolas and Mateo. Just as my participation as the wedding coordinator doesn’t mean that I’m going to be protesting the streets of Washington anytime soon. It does mean that I don’t judge them for their choice. I actually respect their decision to embrace who they are and celebrate the fact that they have found each other and can now share a life together.

To coordinate a commitment ceremony was an eye-opening experience in the sense that it wasn’t drastically different from coordinating a traditional marriage ceremony. I worked with a couple who were genuinely in love with one another. I saw a mother and father that embraced their son without any reservations or animosity. The music played, the cake was cut and the guests ate and drank the afternoon away. The whole day was based around a couple committing to one another for the rest of their lives. It was so different yet just the same. I was proud to be their wedding coordinator and even more so, I was happy that two people were able to experience love. After all, it is what makes the world go round.

xoxo, Priscilla
A Date with My Dad

I always look forward to my birthday. I guess I’ve always been an obsessed “birthday girl.” Throughout the years I’ve instated birthday countdowns, planned my own surprise parties and have stretched my birthday to last for more than two weeks. Perhaps I am craving attention or maybe just celebrating life. Either way, I want each birthday to be one to remember.

I’ve had some pretty memorable birthday parties. Parties equipped with custom cakes, hay rides, bon fires, skating rinks, glamour shots and crazy costumes. I guess it’s the planner in me that just really enjoys a good party. As a little girl, I only looked forward to one other thing more than my birthday party – a date with my daddy.

For some reason, I actually enjoyed going to school every day. This was proven by the fact that I received a special award at my high school graduation for never missing a day of school from kindergarten through 12th grade. Sure, I went into school late sometimes and occasionally left early, but I never missed an entire day of school. I’m a nerd, I know. It was always guaranteed that on November 5th I would leave school early in order to share a celebratory birthday lunch with my dad.

I can remember sitting in class and staring at the clock as I anxiously waited for the hands to display 11:30. Hearing my name over the intercom and being summoned to the office was like a rush of freedom. I would hop into my dad’s truck smiling from ear to ear. We didn’t go to a fancy restaurant nor did we go somewhere exotic. It was just a day dedicated for a father-daughter date and we spent it doing things so simple yet so unforgettable.

This past weekend my dad came to visit me in Raleigh. On Saturday, we were able to spend an entire day together, just the two of us. We didn’t do or go anywhere exciting. We visited Target, went for a walk and had my car washed. The activities were ordinary and routine but the quality time spent together was anything but. The time spent with my dad granted me the opportunity to live in the now instead of living in the past or worrying about the future. I felt so comfortable that I disclosed things I’ve never told anyone else and in return a simple car ride conversation will forever be sketched in my memory.

My dad and I don’t always agree and we don’t always see things the same. How boring would life be if we did? But as I get older and realize no one around me is getting younger, I feel the need to really appreciate those days or few hours spent with my friends and family. Even though the planner in me likes for things to be organized and coordinated, sometimes the most memorable moments are the ones I didn’t plan at all.

xoxo, Priscilla
We’ll be there… Will You?

Come and visit with Orangerie Events at the Southwest Wake County Wedding Show on Sunday, March 28th at Bass Lake Park in Holly Springs, North Carolina. The show is free to the public and will last from 1pm – 4pm.

The wedding show will give local brides the opportunity to meet with a variety of vendors at the same time in an intimate setting. For the first time, the Southwest Wake County Wedding Show will host a raffle worth more than $2000 and will also feature a live fashion show.

The Orangerie Events booth will feature “DIY” (Do-It-Yourself) projects for those brides desiring a personalized wedding without breaking the budget. Be sure to stop by our booth and register for your chance to win a $50 Bed Bath & Beyond gift card.

Don’t miss your opportunity to get to know your local vendors, gather ideas and meet with us to see how we can assist in bringing your dream wedding to fruition. We look forward to seeing you there!

xoxo, Priscilla
Inside Out

To say that I am tired would be a drastic understatement. I drove right past the tired exit and got off at exhaustion. I have been on auto-pilot since last Thursday. This past weekend was jammed tight with meetings with clients, meetings with vendors and meetings with friends and family. Yes, that’s right. I had to schedule slots of time in order to see my friends and family while visiting Hickory. It was crazy but I loved every minute of it.

I realized today when I went to the bathroom that I still haven’t completely rested from my weekend. This realization came as I discovered that I had been wearing my underwear inside out the entire day. The positive from this situation is that at least I wasn’t wearing a thong backwards. That would have been awkward. I can handle a little inside out madness. Is that too much information? If so, I’m sorry. The part of my brain that filters what to say and what not to say is in hibernation trying to catch up on sleep.

This weekend marked a historic moment for Orangerie Events. It was our first time being a vendor at a bridal show. I felt so official. I had the privilege of meeting tons of brides and hopefully potential clients. If you stopped by our booth to say hello and to pick up an orange, thank you. I sincerely appreciate you taking the time to learn more about Orangerie Events and I hope you enjoyed your daily dose of Vitamin C.

And now for the part of my blog that resembles the thank you section inside a CD insert. My extremely talented and crafty aunt stopped by the show to take some pictures of our table display and to make me feel like a celebrity. A huge thank you to Debbie Hice for spending her Sunday afternoon behind a camera taking pictures of Orangerie Events. And yet another thank you goes out to my partner in life, Chase. We both know, whether I’d like to admit it or not, I wouldn’t have been able to create a beautiful representation of my work and business without your guidance and creativity. Lastly, thank you to my mom who devoted her entire weekend to toting me around, treating me to delicious meals and assisting me the day of the show. With our powers combined, we pulled it off. Be sure to check out the pictures below. You’ll notice that none of the pictures have me in them. I was having a major bad hair day and am in desperate need of a cut and color. If you’re wondering just how bad it looked, here’s how my sweet, kind-hearted husband described it, “It looked like either a tribute to Cher or like the NC DOT drove upside your head with a steam roller.”

Thank you again to everyone who has had a part in increasing the awareness of Orangerie Events. I can’t express my gratitude enough. Perhaps I will try to later. For now, I’m going to relax and reconnect with my pillow. Don’t forget to check your undies. You may be having an inside out day too!

xoxo, Priscilla