third time's the charm.

i'm usually brainstorming the next birthday as i shuffle through this year's popcorn kernels and shredded wrapping paper, but this party for harlan darlin' has blown my creative mind. many nights were spent red winin' and awwin' with my best friend, owner of marie cline photography, over the sweetness scattered about. each little moment just oozed with charm, from a banner made of her most memorable outfits to my homemade shabby chic wind chime -- with keys (to my heart) and birdcages (to capture it). 

2012 was a struggle for our family and the friends that might as well be, so getting back the essence of love was a must! no fuss and tons of pink frill, and the help-yourself-station rocked. the kiddies were able to scoop popcorn and decorate their own coffee mugs as they pleased. adults didn't have a choice but to just get still and catch up; there weren't quite enough seats for all the love in the room. the embrace was welcome.

january holds the hope for a new beginning, new memories, and celebrating my first and only is the cherry on top of the holiday season. that hope, it dances. it twirls into the center of attention, and it makes everyone wanna roll my windows down and cruuuise. smiles stretch up to all the eyes that are on her. on hope.

harlan grace west -- puttin' the color inside of my world since january 27, 2010.

xo! e