So excited that Elsie and I and a gang of the greatest people are headed to the new Eaux Claires music fest this summer! More details to come, but you can follow our party train through our camp hashtag #EauxMG!
The perfect setting under the sun © Whim and Fancy
My brother is my best friend. And, I love him to death. So, since his 30th birthday was quickly approaching, I knew I had to do something to honor him and show him how much he means to me and all of our friends and family. He said he didn't want anything crazy. Well, A: I don't know what "not" crazy is, and B: I'm his sister so I don't have to listen to him all the time. Thus, I decided to throw a Harvest Moon BBQ with good friends, good food, good music and a few surprises!
Setting up! © Whim and Fancy
Party time! © Whim and Fancy
As usual, this party was done on a budget and with lots of creativity. I had some amazing people team up with me to make this happen! Everyone came together to pull off a wonderful party - Big shout out to Terese, Koye, Rachel, Randi and my parents for all their help and resources!
For the theme, I was inspired by the long farm table rustic dinner party. We have a small backyard, so I decided to utilize the alley parking lot instead for the space. It's bordered by a rustic brick structure and lots of greenery. It was a beautiful foundation for the theme!
It's all in the lighting © Whim and Fancy
My good friend Koye is a wizard. Seriously, any idea I throw at him, he just miraculously does it with ease. He installed a wired system for hanging lights over the space. Needless to say, it was perfect and really set the ambiance for the party. We also added mason jar lights throughout the space that also acted as a barrier between the party and the alley street.
To execute the farm table dinner look, we needed a long table to fit everyone as well as white table cloths. Luckily, my good friend Terese came to the rescue and provided these things! For the centerpieces, I wanted to utilize burlap table runners and empty wine bottles as candle holders for an extra rustic ambiance. Thanks to Novo Coffee in Denver, I picked up several burlap sacks that came from family coffee farms all over Africa and South America. My team and I cut them into table runners for the party. Thanks to my friend Rachel, I didn't have to consume 25 bottles of wine before the party and she brought some from a bartender at a wine bar she knew! We filled them with water for extra stability and added candles that melted beautifully throughout the evening. My mom also handpicked fallen aspen branches from the mountains to add an extra bit of rustic warmth.
For food and drink, we served Blueberried BBQ Pulled Pork (as mentioned from this party), homemade Moscow Mules, my signature Lavender Lemonade, Ryan's favorite (and famous) Strawberry Cake from NoNo's Cafe, some speciality sides and everyone brought additional sides and drinks to share!
One of my brother's favorite poems is "Shake the Dust" by Anis Mogjani. He literally manages to show everyone this poem within 10min of meeting them. It's incredibly inspirational and focuses on living and loving your best. Take a look here. I wanted to make it a central message. Thanks to Pinterest, my incredible team and I used this project to convey it rustically and beautifully. Plus, he got to keep the sign as a gift!
I couldn't let the night slip away without a few surprises. Ryan and I's favorite local bluegrass band is Trout Steak Revival. They are so laid back and talented and really get the party goin. I just had to call them to make a surprise appearance at the party. They came up the alley singing Happy Birthday and really blew us all away with their entire set. Even the neighbors were opening their doors and windows because they enjoyed the music so much!
Since we were headed to Ryan Bingham at the Ogden Theatre for our last event of the evening, I couldn't just let us walk. We had to arrive in style! So naturally, I hired a hay ride to take us around the city and drop us off at the venue. It was the perfect end to a perfect evening!
Elsie and I went out last weekend on a little trip to explore the Colorado mountains. I can't bare to think she'll be hibernating soon! I'm going to make sure and take one last trip to see the Fall colors before I put her to bed for the season. For this adventure, I took my best gal pal and headed Southwest to Crested Butte.
The Fall colors are already changing!
We had to stop at "Coney Island" for some giant hot dogs. A definite MUST.
I loved rolling in and out of summer rains and, of course, catching rainbows.
I hope you savor those last bits of Summer and get out on the road!
original image here //
I'm not one to get excited for Fall. Don't get me wrong, I ABSOLUTELY love the slightly cooler weather, the rich colors and kicking my feet through the leaves. But, it gets me one step closer to winter and... I'm not gonna lie, I'm not thrilled about the upcoming freeze. That is, until I saw the September 2012 Free People catalog. IN LOVE. It's my perfect mix of bohemian chic meets edgy meets fem. It made me SO excited to break out my leather skinnies and boots.
Basically, the cold weather uniform. Perfectly fitting skinnies, detailed calf boots, statement coat (love the peplum cut), and studded/fringed accessories.
Add a tunic-length statement sweater to your wardrobe. Trust me. You'll be so glad you did!
Leather leggings or skinnies is a go-to basic for cold weather. Add a broken in vintage tee and a girly-girl sweater or jacket and you're styled for stardom!
A good chambray is a popular item this Fall. You can pair it with skinnies or a mini skirt and it's boyish shape will have you looking a well-balanced sexy.
Bring on the crushed velvet! I love this dress with sheer hosiery and rocker knee boots. Still love the addition of fringe to every outfit!
A pair of light denim is always easy to warm up for Fall.
Leather and glam are always a sure combo. Pair this rebel meets fem look and you'll always be a statement!
Are you excited for the season now?! I'm getting there, too. Now, if I can just find one of those long haired, bearded men to complement my outfits!
Editor’s Note: I’m back from my little jaunt on the West coast! It was amazing and I have so much inspiration to share. From the beautiful sights to the beautiful lessons learned from our ultimate destination of the World Domination Summit, the trip was a beautiful chapter of life. My brother and I took the trip together with my newly restored Elsie, a 1960 Shasta Deluxe, exploring Northern California, the Oregon coast, Portland and everything in between.
To hopefully inspire you in your everyday adventures and dreams, I’ve decided to share my personal essay of the past weeks. It will be posted in Part I, Part II and Part III and feature photography from the trip as well as the story behind Elsie. I hope you enjoy it!
Elsie won’t budge. She smokes, she cranks, she stubbornly stays. We coax her to one shop to diagnose and it’s closed. Another shop and nowhere to leave her overnight to hopefully be healed and back on the enticing road in the morning. Nowhere to land, but a quiet neighborhood park on a quiet street in Petaluma, CA. There’s something to be said about sleeping on a 45 degree angle, illegally boondocking, and waking up and walking outside in front of an unbeknownst a.m. yoga class. But, I’ll let you come up with that. Quickly running back in the car, we set off with a fire extinguisher between my legs in nervous anticipation for arriving at the now third auto place without Elsie catching on fire. The second wouldn’t work on my ol’ gal. The third shop was eager and happy to begin investigation on Elsie’s stubborn feet. As the testing began, we were released in to the nervous unknown to explore the town for the day.
It was a perfect place to force a stop. God knew all along. We could’ve easily encountered Elsie’s surprising stubbornness going 75mph on the highway. The adventure would’ve ended for all of us. Petaluma is the exact kind of place we wanted to find and it indeed happened without prior plan. The best experiences often do, don’t you think? We refueled at the most delicately quaint and passionate bakery café called Della Fattoria, indulging on a delightfully prepared breakfast and what Ryan still claims to this day is the best coffee he’s ever had. I loved that place. I loved having a plump and chewy molasses cookie at 8 in the morning and I loved having to tour through the entire kitchen set up just to use the bathroom. It made me want to eat more of the their food, walking through the energy and craft produced in methodically creative passion. Of course, with my senses increasing in life, I was able to notice this all. I was able to notice the woman staring at her artfully topped espresso in great delight and the lady next to me switching seats with her elder to protect her from the energy of the jostling counter. Do you get why your mind wanders to the road now? Do you see how awakening your senses also awakens your creativity? It was sad to walk out of that café, knowing that it wouldn’t be any anytime soon I could return.
“Bodega Bay is just 45 min away,” Elsie’s technician suggested. We pointed West and finally met the ocean. It was cold and alive with wind. We dipped our toes in the murky sand wondering how Hithcock was able to dream one of the most memorable thrillers to this day. I looked around for birds to try and put myself in the film’s scene, but they were few and far between. Anxious to get back to Elsie, we started to head back, stopping only when a sign made us realize we had a hankering for crab mac and cheese and hot chowder.
I specialize in awkward timing. © Whim and Fancy
On our way back, I couldn’t help but focus on Elsie’s fate. It was enough to mourn one day away from her, but what if there were more? We couldn’t wait any longer on our trip, we had a final destination to attain. I prayed for a miracle, but alas, it wasn’t meant to happen. “She needs a whole new axle,” the technician explained, “and they don’t make her kind any more. We need to either custom build one or retrofit a modern one. It will take about 2-3 weeks.” Cue stomach drop. Enter mild to moderate breakdown. All the blood, sweat and tears I (and my more than generous family) had poured into her and now she can’t even make it to the ocean? I have to leave her, go on without one of the main reasons for the trip? There was extreme disappointment, anger, embarrassment, failure and frustration all rolled up into one emotional outbreak. I thought I triple checked every renovation, upgrade and maintenance needed for ol’ Elsie. Turns out the wheel bearings weren’t greased when the new tires went on. Thus, they were grinding and aching and moaning across three states before they finally managed to cause the demise of the entire axle. Make sure the wheel bearings are greased. Seriously, Trailer Owning 101. It’s the first thing I learned, actually. I was so disappointed.
I know it’s just a trailer to some. But, for me, it was more. It was a chance to create another story and open a new door in life. More than that, my family made some significant sacrifices for her me. “I’m sorry Nay,” my brother consoled. I felt bad letting him down. We were both so excited for it. And I still knew that all the adventure lie ahead, just instead of via trailer it would be via tent. I just needed a little time to mourn and adjust expectations, you know? After drying off from the monsoon of emotion and unloading the trailer contents in the car, I reminded myself that another story will still be created and a new door would still be opened. In fact, it reminded me (once again) that I’m not in control of my story and, instead, I’m in control of only how I respond to my story as it unfolds before me. I found an odd glimpse of beauty in that uncertainty of life.
Driving off into the sunset sans Elsie, I caught a glimpse of the Francis Ford Coppola winery (I absolutely love Sophia Coppola, so we had to stop). Ah, what a perfect time to reflect on another day. It was a good lift of emotions, a restart that could be easily ignited with a new experience ahead. Actually, I’ve found that is the primary way for me to build up and move on after any trial in life. A new experience. Every breakup, every disappointment, every cusp between hardship and learning is jolted into new momentum with experiencing something new. A new hobby, a new club, a new sport, a new hair color, a new outfit. In this case, a simple new experience at a winery. And, of course, all the new experiences to follow helped even more tremendously.
As night fell all around us, we finally hit the ocean. I knew it as soon as the curvy road presented us with a vast freeing break of landscape coated in midnight black. I could smell it in the air and feel it in my hands as the wind rushed by. Where would we sleep tonight? Right by this magnificent wonder. The one wonder we are missing in beautiful Colorado. The ocean wasn’t far from the campsite we ultimately chose. We pitched our tent in darkness and fell into an exhausted slumber awakening only when we were fully renewed for the remaining quest ahead.
Bigfoot country. Actually, Redwood country. Both are equally intoxicating in their magnitude. Of course, the Redwoods don’t hold a candle to Bigfoot in my mind. They are magnificent. Magnificent in size looking up and over. They form a tall canopy that coolly blocks life from the sun and only occasionally lets the rays greet the greenery as if for the first time. They are stunning.
And quite musical. In fact, I think that’s where the tale of Bigfoot began. When you walk through the vastness of the Avenue of the Giants you are silenced in awe of their size. You feel instantly insignificant in the presence of their domineering age and stature. I kept hearing instruments. “Is there a band playing?” I ask my brother. Then, I hear a faint humanlike scream. My thoughts immediately go to Bigfoot. Oh gosh, here I go. But wait. It’s the trees! Each tree makes a unique song as it stubbornly sways in the comparatively weak wind. Some moan, some scream, some sing tenor, some bass, some soprano. It’s beautifully haunting.
Naturally, we find a place to set up our tent right among these historic creatures. Over whiskey, poetry, and smoke, my brother and I get to know these ancients and sleep peacefully among their symphony.
Onward we trek. Wearing the scent of campfire (the signature Colorado perfume) we set forth in search of the perfect place to celebrate our country’s independence. Camping was in our mind until we stopped at the little Oregon coastal town of Florence. Stopping at their main inn in the historic downtown, we instead settle on a cheap room near the boardwalk. After a delicious and fresh seafood dinner in a cozy eatery, we sit among the townsfolk and delightfully indulge in a blazing display under the stars. Happy Birthday, America. We cheers to new friends at the local watering hole and delightfully reminisce on how great this movie is so far.
Oh my gosh, how I love Oregon. It reminds me so much of Colorado only with the vast blue ocean at its rim. Driving up the Oregon Coast Highway, I marvel at each coastal town and break often to photograph the ocean splashing against the lush, green landscape. Music is crucial here. It carries us along the winding highway set perfectly with the crashing waves, massive trees and rolling mountainsides. Beach House’s latest album, Bloom, fits perfectly with its ethereal voice and crescendoing melodies.
We head straight for Cannon Beach, of course stopping at Tillamook and Blue Heron cheese factories along the way. My brother and I are suckers for cheese and it was a nice break. Approaching Cannon Beach, I quickly fall in love with its charm. We have no idea where to camp, but end up miraculously finding a perfect RV park right near the beach with a grassy plot to set up our tent. We grab a bottle of wine and take the short walk to the beach right as the sun begins to set behind the endless ocean. Now, being from Colorado, I’ve seen more than my share of heart-tingling sunsets, but this… this sunset may have very well topped a lifetime of them. The sand acted as a pure glass surface, reflecting bold reds, oranges, pinks and purples as the blue-crimson waves crashed over the palatte in anxious joy for another. My mind was still and couldn’t help being overwhelmed with the sound of crashing waves, graceful birds and whispering misty fog.
I quietly wonder if people who live here are as jaded with this sight as I am with the beauty of my Colorado home. I’m sure they know it exists like I do at home, but I can’t help but wonder if every day their breath is a little less taken away as their human nature calls it into familiar habit.
This trip has indulged in its due purpose and awakened my senses in pure delight. It’s even worked on the beauty I see back at home. But that doesn’t mean I still don't crave the sight of unfamiliar beauty like this. It’s exhilarating and it’s all within reach. A whole world of it. I feel so incredibly blessed to live on God’s most beautiful work of art. I indeed intend to explore as much of this gift as I can possibly cover.
I can’t imagine what it’s like to live in the same place your whole life and never travel. I sadly am all too familiar with how our human brains closes us in a familiar box of comfort, place, and habit. But, don’t be fooled by its apparent warmth at night. Only when your senses are alive, are you truly living as you were made to. Your soul was meant to explore, to discover, to learn, and to do it with ample feeling. Your life is meant to be lived and noticed. Unfortunately, with all the innovation in our society today, it’s easy to loose sight of this. We miss so much in multitasking and trying to be as efficient as possible to keep up with the seemingly important demands of society. We sometimes confuse this with the word life. Life is demanding, life is busy, we say. That’s not life. That’s just expectations you’ve accepted from society and the community around you. To experience life and all its treasures is to slow down and notice its beauty and its lessons unfolding in a quiet whisper before you. I have to constantly remind myself of this. And trips like this, where they heighten my senses and show me unfamiliar beauty are the perfect medicine to get back to the wellspring of life. Your soul, alive and fed with heightened senses.
How can there possibly be more than this? Well, now we head into Portland for a weekend of beautiful lessons and inspiration from another of God’s magnificent creations – people who are alive and living in their own unique purpose.
Look out for Part III next week!
© Whim and Fancy
Editor's Note: I'm back from my little jaunt on the West coast! It was amazing and I have so much inspiration to share. From the beautiful sights to the beautiful lessons learned from our ultimate destination of the World Domination Summit, the trip was a beautiful chapter of life. My brother and I took the trip together with my newly restored Elsie, a 1960 Shasta Deluxe, exploring Northern California, the Oregon coast, Portland and everything in between.
To hopefully inspire you in your everyday adventures and dreams, I've decided to share my personal essay of the past weeks. It will be posted in Part I, Part II and Part III and feature photography from the trip as well as the story behind Elsie. I hope you enjoy it!
What is it about traveling on the road that brings the perfect soul detox? A fraction of the process happens the same way via plane, but something about the vast landscape of this earth zooming by at 70mph brings a wonderment of the mind and sharpening of the senses I can’t seem to recreate elsewhere. I’m already back home and the feeling is just a memory I’m craving tremendously. It will fade with time and whenever I hear a quote or see an image of travel, the ashes will spark and an ember will again light the desire for the road. I don’t feel home now. It’s home with my family and close friends, but the rest doesn’t feel like home. My possessions are not my home. The environment I’ve known for 26 years isn’t my home. It only feels like home when I feel. When my senses are heightened and sharp and not dulled by my familiar story of how I’ve passed through time.
Oregon Coast © Whim and Fancy
There’s a quote by Donald Miller in his book Through Painted Deserts that I shared with you last week, “We are shaped by our experiences. Our perception of joy, fear, pain, and beauty are sharpened or dulled by the way we rub against time. My senses have become dull and this trip is my effort to sharpen them.” I couldn’t agree more.
When you’re on the road, you appreciate more, notice more. Your eyes are wide open, your thoughts are at high tide. It wasn’t even the things we ate or the places we stopped. It was the movement on the road. The true nourishment for the soul. We were stripped away of our creature comforts and had only what we needed and what makes us smile. In my case, I brought books to read, my camera, my music and my sketchbooks. I never read the books. I found too much of a story in my experiences across each landscape. It is only when you are in this observant, open state, that you are truly quiet enough to notice the subtle, but powerful romance of nature – God’s most beautiful expression of love.
I try to always go to new places in my home city. I try new foods, meet new people, attend the latest events, but it never seems to shed the jaded layer blocking my senses. It takes at least a full day, I think. In this case, I had been craving travel for so long that I dove right in as soon as we put it in drive. We entered through Wyoming and watched the first of many silencing sunsets along the way. The feeling of freedom ahead is thrilling. It’s almost the IV before soul surgery. It kickstarts your senses, wakes them up after months, sometimes years of hidden slumber. Oh, there you melting rays! I see you hiding behind washes of orange and pink, waiting for your red hot leader to sink into another day. Oh, how I feel I’ve never seen you before! But, alas it was my clouded senses that have been holding me back from this true sight. My brother asks, “Why don’t we set alarms every day for this magic hour?” He has a great point. Why don’t we allow a break from burying ourselves alive to re-center in front of probably God’s most romantic daily act of love? How much happier could we be if we stopped to realize the magnitude of another day faded and the cusp of new time born ahead? Our senses might actually get some due exercise.
Courtesy of my brother © NoStepNoStory
My imagination flourished. I imagined new lives, alternate directions and would dive for hours around the simplest roadside beauty. I imagined life with Elsie and I and all the visions we’d see with wide open eyes. She was reluctant in her old age, but she puttered along, happier with wind in her original wings. The only break we took from the coast over asphalt was in the back of a sleepy Walmart. But, even then, imaginations continued to burn from the first day’s launch. I imagined this as a life and lived it accordingly. I played the part beautifully. I enjoyed the open breeze and the early delivery trucks. This is a part of the life, I told myself and I basked in it. Breakfast on the road was natural and energizing. We weren’t conforming to the societal crutch of the Mcmuffin, but instead delightfully indulged in the natural fuel of fresh fruit, granola and yogurt. It was a relief to know that taking a break from your life didn’t mean you had to sacrifice any of your core values that serve you well. Change where change is meant to be.
I was so happy to show Elsie off. I put blood, sweat, and tears into her (literally all three) and managed to recruit my family to endure the hardships of her transformation with me. We all wanted her to shine and be free – or was that instead what they wanted for me? I wanted everyone to notice Elsie and her polished natural beauty. Most passed by with their brand new RV’s that were three times the size of my apartment back home. But every once in a while, I would catch someone reminiscing in her sight. I loved carrying the stories she’s lived and giving her another chance to create memories. It’s most of what fuels my love for “vintage” – the stories, the history. The laughs, cries and fights. The confessions of love and honesty, the silence of nature in its awe-inspiring energy. It’s like you can still feel all of that in her 52 years later.
She was refreshed to give another go at life. Not unlike myself, she had been sitting in a halted state for years, underutilized and rusting in her old beauty. I rescued her in 2011 in a mad attempt to jolt myself out of a paralyzing life of other people’s misguided dreams. We both needed a makeover and a breakaway. I jolted her from her dead end grassy plot while I left my parked career path. And onward we went, testing our new found freedom for a couple of weeks. I wish it could’ve been longer. I have a good feeling that this will not be the end of the story, but rather the first chapter after a long preface.
The Salt Flats were beautifully symbolic. It is a vision of something dead, once alive, but now dried up in all it’s vastness. Though, I see more than that ending. I instead see a blank canvas, a large, pure and sandy white canvas. A canvas much bigger than you. Almost symbolic of the future ahead and you, as a tiny colorful, alive dot, making your movement and mark as you dance and skip and play. ‘Tis life, isn’t it? At least the best we could all hope for.
I wonder about people’s stories. I always have, and the combination of heightened senses and moving landscapes only exaggerates it. It’s the best kind of movie to watch – one that’s your own life with senses that are alive. I love it all the more as I see a vintage airstream roll by and I wave openly as if to connect our vintage affections together for a glimpse of time. He seems to not register – probably lost in his own movie, imagining the next scene.
The soundtrack is my favorite part. There’s always a perfect song for the moving, breathing, changing landscape. It engages you in your present time movie just like when you watch someone else’s. You don’t always notice it’s there, but that’s when it’s the best – when you suddenly come up for air and realize how the music took you to a whole other level of new that you were already watching, with more depth and injected passion and feeling.
Breaking at an RV park at the cusp of Lake Tahoe, I finally got a shower. It’s amazing how easy it is to be a hippie – only caring about needs as they come to you in their own natural path. Moving from vast mountain lakes to rolling countryside adorned with vines – ah, this is beauty I’ve never seen before. Fruitful, delicious beauty. We stop at a winery in Sonoma Valley, sweetly perusing the fields in curious wonder. It is so perfect that right then the sun continues on it’s descent and we can not more easily proclaim – what a beautiful day.
Courtesy of my brother © NoStepNoStory
Then, the fall.
Stay tuned tomorrow for Part II of Reflections on the Road.
Dads are cool. So cool that Jimmy Fallon made this awesome video of the Evolution of Dad dancing. Too awesome not to share with your pops and too awesome not to include it in this edition of Friday Fancies!
50 Rules for Dads of Daughters
On another Father's Day note, here's a great article on 50 Rules for Dads with Daughters. It makes me extremely grateful for my dad!
Fav Song of the Moment | Dreampeter - Bluebeard
Can't get enough of this song. So summery, so fun. Enjoy!
Currently Seeking: High-Waisted Bikinis
Whim and Fancy-like Photos
I'll leave you with more Whim & Fancy-like photos. Hopefully they will inspire you to have a spectacular, fancifully whimsy weekend!
Knock 'em dead this weekend!
original photo from here //
I'm so sorry for my absence the past couple days! I'm trying to get my Elsie ready for an upcoming trip to the Pacific Northwest. So excited! I'll try and post some inspiration tomorrow for y'all.
My gosh, I love Sophia Coppola! Her 2006 release of Marie Antoinette sparked my imagination so much yesterday that I had to re-watch the movie. The costumes and set designs are seriously full of Whim and Fancy inspiration! Wouldn't it be divine to have an Alfresco Tea Party inspired off of the movie? I thought so, too.
Loving it! If you are too, call the Whim and Fancy crew and we'll put this soiree together just for you!
Ah, the trailer bedroom. Elsie's bedroom area is setup to be a couch that folds out into a bed. I'm going to turn it into a permanent bedroom and a dreamy one at that. Above is my inspiration to make this a cloud of dreams away from home. I want to make sure it's colorful, dreamy, cushy, cozy, vintagy, quirky, and full of light! Here are some must-have elements I'm starting with:
I would love to find a canopy over the bedroom area made completely out of vintage textiles. The key is light and airy fabric just like the one above!
Oh my... it's like sleeping on a cloud! Though I'd love to do all white like the one above, I just can't live without color. I'd start from here and add in pops of bold color and it would be perfection!
Pattern & Color
I'll be on the hunt for vintage scarves to recreate a duvet or curtains just like this.
Elle Decor UK (August 2007) Betsey Johnson's NY Apartment found here //
I love Betsey. She is all about expression of individual style with NO RULES. In the famous words of Betsey, "Buy what you love!" The textures in this photo are to die for. Just having vintage robes and lingerie on display makes it so pretty! I love how the light shines right through. I would love to recreate this look for the curtains with sheer fabric from vintage lingerie finds. Oh, and check out that patterned ceiling!!
Velvets, fur, satin, acrylic, and crystal... so many beautiful textures!
As I'm out and about, I'll continue to pick up pieces that will make my trailer bedroom a dream come true! What would you have in your home away from home?
Today I'll share a fun project that I did for the annual New Year's Eve bash we threw benefitting S.O.U.L. Uganda. I love planning this party every year because the people and cause make it all worth while. You know how New Year's Eve is often over-hyped and under-delivered? This annual bash has never been that. When you party [hard] with a purpose, the selfish wills seem to disappear and you're left with hundreds of people bringing in the new year with joy, gratefulness and tons of laughter.
We rented a pretty raw space. It was great for the signature Whim & Fancy feel. Lighthearted, rustic, with a fancy twist. But the walls needed some color and spunk!
Working on a budget is a challenge, but all worth it in the end because you really get to use that creativity of yours! For this project, I decided to take advantage of the vintage records found at thrift stores. Not just any old school record, mind you. Only the cheesiest, craziest cover art will do! Luckily, I found all these covers in one trip, on half-price Saturdays! Yay for making budget! I painted hot pink speech bubbles onto the record covers that contained the event name, MWANZO, in the event logo font. All in all, I think I spent about $25-30 on this project (I already had the painting supplies, so it was hard to estimate that!).
What you'll need:
- Vintage Record Covers from the thrift store (try to pick ones with a coordinating theme, whether it be similar color family, genre, or trend)
- White acrylic paint
- Fluorescent pink acrylic paint (can also use fluorescent poster paint for this, but it will ruin your brush for further use)
- Liquitex High Gloss Varnish
- Medium width brush
- Speech Bubble cutout
Find a speech bubble or preferred shape by using a simple Google image search or build one in Photoshop/Illustrator. If you want to add a logo or text, create several on a page. Print and cut out a speech bubble as well as your logo/text. Set aside.
Trace the speech bubble shape onto each album art cover. If you have any people on the cover, place it strategically!
Apply one coat of white acrylic and let dry. Then apply a coat of fluorescent pink. Let dry. Apply a second coat, if more coverage is needed.
Apply a coat of the High Gloss Varnish. At this time, if you want to add your logo or text, use the varnish as its glue. Apply a second coat of High Gloss Varnish to finish and seal.
Hang as you please and enjoy a great conversation starter at any party! I mean, really, Cat Juggling?!
Also, you can apply this same customized project to any thrifted art piece! I went ahead and picked this lovely piece of art up and hung it in the bathroom of the party. It was certainly something interesting to look at!
It's Trailer Tuesday! I want to introduce you to the beautiful and lovely, Elsie, my 1960 Shasta trailer. Elsie is named after my Grandma Snyder. She was such an adventurous, loving, and beautiful woman and I hope that Elsie and I can carry on her beautiful legacy.
I'm so blessed to have found her from an awesome family in Montana, in great condition and basically a giant blank canvas for me to play with! There's something so special about restoring a piece of history and giving it new life and purpose again. Her refridgerator, stove, oven and electrical are all in working condition. Don't get too excited... there is still tons of work to be done before she's ready to debut! Reupholstering, new flooring, new paint, new table and, of course, a beautifully decorated interior are on the must list of to do's. Oh my, what an expensive hobby I've chosen!
Behold her renovation inspiration! I'm incorporating all things that make my heart flutter: lace, black&white, gold, mint, chartreuse and touches of pink, vintage elements, all mixed with a bohemian and natural feel. Everything whimsically fancy, of course!
I can't wait to see my Elsie and I adventuring across America on the open road with nothing but the wind against us!