Good Bye, Old Friend

This week it was time to say good bye to an old friend. One that has been hanging on the wall of our house for the last eleven or so years.

See my wedding bouquet below?

It was 4,000 times more beautiful than I envisioned when we discussed what I wanted with the florist. To this day, I recommend her to anyone who will listen. She has such a distinct style, modern, yet soft, unique and always beautiful.

I loved my flowers to much that once our amazing day was over and done, I couldn't bear to get rid of them - I am not a hoarder, honest!

I dried them and then decided to make a swag out of them. This was big challenge for me, who stores all of my creativity in my left baby toenail.

It worked. If you didn't look at it too close or sneeze around it. It was fragile and only survived the move from our apartment to our house because we picked a non-windy day to drive it over while placed carefully on my lap.

But alas, after eleven years, it had become a health hazard. It was hanging over our kitchen table, dust ridden and falling apart. It was time.

I took photos and shed no tears. I am too practical to be that sentimental. Jay opened a garbage bag and we carefully shoved it in while holding our breath.

We were worried about asphyxiating on the dust that billowed out as I squished it into the bag.

I am kidding. Ish.

In its place, I printed and framed a few of our Grand Canyon photos.

It's a nice change though our food may taste a bit bland for a bit while we get used to the lack of dust seasoning.