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Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Mini Wedding Cakes!
I came across this fantastic post on the Austin Wedding Blog and it was too adorable not to share! Mini- wedding cakes have been around for a while, but I've never seen a mini-wedding cake pan like this! It's too cute for words so I will just share the picture with you.
Mini-wedding cakes are a great alternative or addition to a traditional wedding cake. If you wanted something a little fancier than cupcakes, these are really a great idea! Here are a few other cutesy mini-cakes that I just love!
Monday, August 22, 2011
Thoughts on Revelation
Last night I finished the Book of Revelation (c. AD 68-70). In my teens and early twenties, I was literally obsessed with eschatology, reading tons of material promoting and critiquing the dozens of different viewpoints Christians have on the “end times.” Sometime around age twenty-five, I lost interest, and Revelation became a really tiresome book. However, this time I did get a fresh look at it.
The one thing that really stood out to me was an apparent parallel between the apocalyptic plagues seen in John’s vision and the ten plagues of Egypt discussed in the Book of Exodus. In the past, while my attention had been directed towards arguments about the proper interpretation of the seven angels, seven trumpets, and seven bowls, I had overlooked one key phrase found amongst it all:
There’s a clear association made between Egypt and Jerusalem. I had to kick myself for not realizing the relationship before, but then I wondered why, out of the many preachers, authors, or speakers I’ve come across, I can’t recall one ever pointing out a connection with the Egyptian plagues. Did they not notice it either? Or was it just dismissed it as unimportant? Taking a fresh look at the text now, I wonder why that story from the Old Testament Law hasn’t played a stronger role in the development of “last days” theories.
Does everyone else see what I’m seeing? (Or am I forcing too much into the text?) Is there a way to account for the missing matches? Has someone written about this?
The one thing that really stood out to me was an apparent parallel between the apocalyptic plagues seen in John’s vision and the ten plagues of Egypt discussed in the Book of Exodus. In the past, while my attention had been directed towards arguments about the proper interpretation of the seven angels, seven trumpets, and seven bowls, I had overlooked one key phrase found amongst it all:
“…and their dead bodies will lie in the street of the great city that symbolically is called Sodom and Egypt, where their Lord was crucified.” - Revelation 11:8 (ESV)
There’s a clear association made between Egypt and Jerusalem. I had to kick myself for not realizing the relationship before, but then I wondered why, out of the many preachers, authors, or speakers I’ve come across, I can’t recall one ever pointing out a connection with the Egyptian plagues. Did they not notice it either? Or was it just dismissed it as unimportant? Taking a fresh look at the text now, I wonder why that story from the Old Testament Law hasn’t played a stronger role in the development of “last days” theories.
Does everyone else see what I’m seeing? (Or am I forcing too much into the text?) Is there a way to account for the missing matches? Has someone written about this?
Egyptian Plagues
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Miu Miu Bell bottom pants vs. August BurdaStyle pattern
Original Runaway pants by Miu Miu Fall 2010 (credits: Style.com)
Modelo original na passerelle, desfile Miu Miu Outono 2010 (créditos de imagem Style.com):
BurdaStyle pattern:
Molde da BurdaStyle:
I am ambivalent about this style… When I first saw it I didn’t like it; then I began to slowly come to like it a bit… And now I am actually considering making my own Miu Miu inspired pants. In my defense, I was influenced by two of my favorite personal style bloggers (each with very different personal styles), check them out wearing these bell bottoms by clicking on the following links:
Confesso uma certa dose de ambivalência quanto a este estilo… Quando vi pela primeira vez não gostei; depois, aos poucos, comecei a gostar um bocadinho… E agora estou mesmo a considerar a hipótese de fazer umas calças assim para mim, inspiradas nas Miu Miu. Em minha defesa, fui bastante influenciada por duas das minhas blogueiras favoritas em termos de estilo pessoal (ambas com estilos muito diferentes), podem vê-las a dar show com as ditas cujas calças nos sítios listados a seguir:
Soft pink and green Inspiration Board
One of our awesometastic brides wants a soft pink wedding with mossy green accents. We created this soft, romantic inspiration board for her to get a feel for what her wedding would look like!
Stay tuned to see how the real wedding compares!
What do you guys think?
Stay tuned to see how the real wedding compares!
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Saturday, August 20, 2011
Photos Not Re-Touched
“Is that really you?”
No, it’s a pixelated image of me.
Recently, I was thinking about how I need to do another photo shoot since the pictures I’m using are way past the one year mark. (It’s been one and a half years to be exact.) That brought to mind an exchange that took place when I had the old ones taken. I’d decided (during a brief period of insanity) to reenter the online dating arena and, having been dissatisfied with my earlier makeup-less pics taken with my point-and-click digital camera, wanted something more professional looking.
I scheduled an appointment with a local photographer (who has a great report with his clients, btw), and let his stylist do whatever with my face. Looking back, I know I should’ve spent more time prepping (primping). And something appears to have gone wrong the either the makeup or the lighting. But all in all, the results were satisfactory. I was happy with photos, and everyone I showed them too loved them.
That said, I was still advised to have them re-touched. As I sat at a computer looking at the dozen or so photographs, the retoucher guy was telling me about all the changes “we” should make. I was a bit taken back by this. It wasn’t as though the idea was new to me. I’d “photoshopped” an image or two to because of red-eye or poor lighting. But manipulating a photo to hide physical blemishes and imperfections seemed like overkill.
I’m not a professional model whose only purpose is to sell something. I’m a real person who’s keenly aware of what goes on on dating sites. Everyone has a tale about meeting someone who didn’t look like his or her picture, either because it was an old one or a fraud. Maybe I was paranoid, but it seemed dishonest to paint myself a flat tummy when I not motivated enough to make it a reality.
Twelve years ago, I sat in a class on the history of jazz music. The professor talked about the one-shot recordings. In the 1920s, bands like Louis Armstrong’s Hot Five didn’t have the luxury of cutting and pasting their six best takes, and rerecording was expensive. So the listener is treated to what amounts to a live performance, flaws and all. But we tend to love the genuineness of those early recording…sort of like the old movie swordfights: real skill, no special effects to make people look cooler than they really are.
But wait! Don’t makeup, hair dye, and undergarments of steel create an ideal that will never materialize? Can’t clothing, lighting, and well-selected camera angles hide flaws anyway? Where do we draw the line? It’s impossible to second guess anyone browsing your profile. Who knows what will offend someone.
On the other hand, do guys ever even notice?
No, it’s a pixelated image of me.
Recently, I was thinking about how I need to do another photo shoot since the pictures I’m using are way past the one year mark. (It’s been one and a half years to be exact.) That brought to mind an exchange that took place when I had the old ones taken. I’d decided (during a brief period of insanity) to reenter the online dating arena and, having been dissatisfied with my earlier makeup-less pics taken with my point-and-click digital camera, wanted something more professional looking.
I scheduled an appointment with a local photographer (who has a great report with his clients, btw), and let his stylist do whatever with my face. Looking back, I know I should’ve spent more time prepping (primping). And something appears to have gone wrong the either the makeup or the lighting. But all in all, the results were satisfactory. I was happy with photos, and everyone I showed them too loved them.
That said, I was still advised to have them re-touched. As I sat at a computer looking at the dozen or so photographs, the retoucher guy was telling me about all the changes “we” should make. I was a bit taken back by this. It wasn’t as though the idea was new to me. I’d “photoshopped” an image or two to because of red-eye or poor lighting. But manipulating a photo to hide physical blemishes and imperfections seemed like overkill.
I’m not a professional model whose only purpose is to sell something. I’m a real person who’s keenly aware of what goes on on dating sites. Everyone has a tale about meeting someone who didn’t look like his or her picture, either because it was an old one or a fraud. Maybe I was paranoid, but it seemed dishonest to paint myself a flat tummy when I not motivated enough to make it a reality.
Twelve years ago, I sat in a class on the history of jazz music. The professor talked about the one-shot recordings. In the 1920s, bands like Louis Armstrong’s Hot Five didn’t have the luxury of cutting and pasting their six best takes, and rerecording was expensive. So the listener is treated to what amounts to a live performance, flaws and all. But we tend to love the genuineness of those early recording…sort of like the old movie swordfights: real skill, no special effects to make people look cooler than they really are.
But wait! Don’t makeup, hair dye, and undergarments of steel create an ideal that will never materialize? Can’t clothing, lighting, and well-selected camera angles hide flaws anyway? Where do we draw the line? It’s impossible to second guess anyone browsing your profile. Who knows what will offend someone.
On the other hand, do guys ever even notice?
Friday, August 19, 2011
DIY: Paper pomander- flower balls
Check out this great DIY project I found on Hostess with the Mostess! These paper pomander-flower balls would be great as table centerpieces for any event! They're really easy to make, go ahead and give them a whirl!
Aren't they adorable? What do you guys think?
Aren't they adorable? What do you guys think?
Thursday, August 18, 2011
The top that I didn’t get to wear today – O top que não cheguei a usar hoje
I‘m the kind of person who doesn’t take too long to figure out what to wear in the morning; normally I think of one item and built up the outfit around that item… Today I got up, took breakfast and decided to wear my silver gray satin top (sewing details are published here). Looked out the window and it was sunny… Good. I picked up these silk pants because they are so breezy and add color to the outfit. Then I thought that my twin metal cuffs would look wonderful too, and so on. Got dressed and went outside to snap some quick photos before leaving to the office (ops, forgot my sunnies inside) … Oh man, it’s HOT outside! Glad I’m wearing breezy clothes! After taking the pictures, went to start my car which btw is black and was parked outside under sunlight that day and… Oh well, let’s just say that satin tops + heat = 100% chance of sweat chains. NOT GOOD! Went back inside, refreshed myself and picked up a cotton jersey top instead (which is fuchsia, btw)… I was already running late, so no more pictures…
Sou do tipo de pessoas que não demora muito tempo de manhã a decidir o que vestir; normalmente penso numa peça e construo o resto do conjunto em função dessa peça… Hoje levantei-me, tomei o pequeno-almoço e decidi que queria levar o meu top de cetim cinza prata (detalhes de costura aqui). Olhei pela janela e estava sol… Bom. Escolhi as calças de seda por serem vaporosas e dão um pouco de cor ao conjunto. Depois pensei que os meus punhos metálicos também iam ficar bem aqui, e por aí adiante. Vesti-me e vim cá para fora para tirar umas fotos rápidas (bolas, esqueci-me dos óculos de sol)… Caramba, está calor cá fora! Ainda bem que estou a usar roupa leve! Depois de tirar as fotos, entrei no carro, que por sinal é preto e nesse dia tinha ficado cá fora ao sol… Bem digamos apenas que tops de cetim + calor = 100% de probabilidade de manchas de suor. NADA BOM! Voltei para dentro de casa, refresquei-me e vesti um top de algodão (já agora, cor fúcsia) … Já estava bastante atrasada, por isso não deu para tirar mais fotos…
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