• June 2013 Archive •

Romantic Antique North Carolina Farm Wedding

I’m not stupid. But boy I sure have felt less than bright recently.  I’ve been doing silly, thoughtless things.  In my last post I about burned my house down.  In this post, I locked myself out of my house.  Without a cell phone.  Barefoot.  In the pouring rain.  At ten o’clock at night.

Chase was out of town last weekend, which meant I was like a teenager with the parents away and the house all to myself.  I ordered take-out.  I stayed up late.  I watched crappy reality TV.  I let Scottie sleep in the bed with me. I lived it up.

Since he was gone, I took extra safety precautions and locked the door leading from our garage into our kitchen.  We never lock that door.  There’s no use.  And no, I’m not giving potential armed robbers any ideas.  Be warned.  We do have an alarm system with the upgraded blow horn that people five miles away can hear.

I decided it would be a great idea to start baking on Sunday night around the time most people are going to sleep.  I realized soon after mixing my flour and sugar that I was missing a grocery bag with key ingredients.  Without thinking, I walked out of the kitchen door to the car to retrieve the bag, shutting the door behind me.  It wasn’t until I went to re-enter the house that I realized what I had done.

You would think I would have my car keys which would contain a key to the front door, right?  Well of course this was the weekend I had a rental truck and had placed my regular car keys in my purse which was sitting on the dining room table, next to my phone, above my shoes.  Completely useless. I tried unsuccessfully to break into my house.  I thought about crying.  And then I remembered my in-laws had a spare and since they live only five minutes away, I had no choice but to show up unannounced to get the extra key.

I knew I was going to scare my mother-in-law since it was so late, she was alone and I had no phone to call and warn her that I was coming.  I began to seriously worry after she didn’t answer the front door following my repeated knocks and door bell rings.  I can’t blame her.  If someone would have been ringing my doorbell that late with an unrecognizable vehicle sitting in the driveway, there’s no way I would have taken that risk.  It all ended up working out in the end.  She didn’t shoot me like I was afraid she was going to when I was creeping around the back of her house. I got the key and got inside my house.  Want to know the kicker?  I didn’t even get to finish baking because I didn’t leave the missing bag in the car.  I left it at Target.

I’ve clearly had my fair share of blonde moments recently but this gorgeous blondie on the blog today had her stuff together when she and her beau married back in March.  Seriously, couldn’t these two lovebirds below be models?  Amy and Thomas got married on Amy’s family farm and their wedding was incredibly magical.  I can’t even begin to list the details but a brief synopsis would include the following: Church pews for the ceremony. Lavender in sheet music cones to toss onto the couple. A custom ceremony backdrop made with book pages. A fireplace with mantle seating area. Bingo Save the Date cards.  And my personal favorite – a long head table set for all 75 guests and topped with book centerpieces, porcelain dog figurines and antique forks used as place card holders.

Your eyeballs might pop out of your head after you look at how amazing the pictures are from Brett and Jessica.  Those stunning flowers and boutonnieres wrapped in sheet music were designed by none other than Gregg Kennedy with Brides & BouquetsBelle’s Catering provided an amazing spread of food and the waitstaff even fit the part with their darling bowties and suspenders.  And how amazing are those tuscan chairs for the head table?  Those beauties and the linens were from  Classic Party Rentals.  Every detail of this wedding was meticulously planned and I am so beyond grateful to have been able to coordinate such an incredible day for a loving couple who are beautiful both on the outside and inside.

Bingo Save the Dates - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Church Pews for Ceremony - North Carolina Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

NC Wedding Planner - Priscilla Erwin

Vintage Wedding in NC - Orangerie Events

NC Wedding Planners - Priscilla Erwin - Orangerie Events

Charlotte Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Lavender Toss for Wedding - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

NC Wedding Ceremony - Orangerie Events

NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Custom Wedding Flag - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Wedding Scrapbook - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Outdoor Wedding Ceremony - NC Wedding Planner - Priscilla Erwin

NC Wedding Planners - Orangerie Events

Lavender Toss at Wedding - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

North Carolina Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events - Priscilla Erwin

Farm Wedding - North Carolina Wedding Planner

North Carolina Wedding Planner

North Carolina Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Wedding Head Table - NC Wedding Planner

Vintage Wedding Trays - Orangerie Events

Wedding Kids Table - NC Wedding Planner

Wedding Dessert Display - NC Wedding Planner

Whimsical Centerpieces - NC Wedding Planner

China Cabinet for Desserts - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Wedding Dessert Display - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Belles Catering - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Vintage Wedding Details - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Wedding Outdoor Seating Area - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Confetti Exit - NC Wedding Planner - Orangerie Events

Ceremony + Reception Venue: Family Farm in Willow Springs, North Carolina

Photographer: Brett and Jessica Photography

Caterer: Belle’s Catering

Florist: Brides & Bouquets

Rentals: Classic Party Rentals

 

xoxo, Priscilla
Something Better

It’s been more than a month since I blogged.  I have a perfect explanation and plenty of excuses if you care to hear about them.  Things like being busy with weddings and distracted and admitting I’m sometimes horrible with commitment.  I’m not sure how, but I somehow survived the month of May even though I spent the majority of it screaming “Mayday!”  From start to finish, the past month tested me, drained me and exploited my weaknesses.  It almost went up in flames.  No, literally.

I was having a particularly difficult Monday following an extremely challenging weekend and had just started cooking dinner when I received a phone call that turned into an unpleasant conversation that left me flustered and disoriented.  Forgetting I had left a pan on the stove-top for the duration of the thirty minute phone chat, I poured two tablespoons of oil into the wok and watched as flames burst before my eyes.  Confused and scared to death, I did the exact thing you aren’t supposed to do during an oil fire.  I took the mini-bonfire to my sink and poured water onto the flames which only made them stronger and bigger.  I had no clue what to do and I was in no emotional state to handle the complexity of the situation.  I decided I’d rather set fire to the landscape outside rather than burning down my house so I took the inferno to the yard, spilling the scolding oil all over my floors and doors as I ran.

Once the fire died, I returned inside to assess the aftermath.  Thankfully I didn’t do any damage but I then proceeded to have a Stage 5 meltdown.  Imagine me on my hands and knees, soaking up a greasy sopping mess while simultaneously sobbing.  The stressful first few weeks of May combined with a stupid decision in the kitchen left me feeling like a shaken, silly fool.

Prompted by another emotionally disruptive week, I went to a new church yesterday.  As I sat in the chair, eager to have my soul fed, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be.  The message was direct and inspiring and even today I’m still thinking about the various points I took away with me.  “It is doubtful that God can use a man greatly until He wounds him deeply.”  It sounds vindictive and hurtful.  This notion that before you can truly appreciate something it has to be taken away or before you can succeed at something, you have to be broken.  But it’s so true.  We rarely express our appreciation or gratitude in moments of strength but are quick to complain when drowning in our weaknesses.  I’m learning that my weaknesses, those times I don’t live up to expectations or when my best isn’t good enough, are really chances for me to be dependent on something bigger than myself and aren’t opportunities to throw pity parties.

My heart’s desire is to be used greatly.  To be an inspiration and a positive motivator in a world full of pessimism.  So this is me waving my white flag.  Surrendering my temporary kingdoms and stripping away my accomplishments to confess they’ve all been in vain if I portray that they’ve been achieved alone.  Acknowledging the areas in my life that are weaker than others and trusting that something better is in store.

May won’t be the last challenging month I face.  I’m human and will disappoint someone else, maybe even myself, in the future.  I’ll hurt someone by saying something wrong or by saying nothing at all.  I’ll act upon selfish desires.  I’ll make another stupid decision and potentially burn my house down.   Only next time, while I’m on my hands and knees cleaning up some mess I’ve made, perhaps I’ll say a prayer of gratitude instead of grievance and remember that with the right mindset and willing heart, my weaknesses will glorify the source of strength.

xoxo, Priscilla