To Break Bread

When I was growing up, I loved sharing dinner with my family while sitting outside in the warm evening air, and I still feel the same way now. It is something I always look forward to when the weather gets warm and the days get longer, which is why enjoying meals outdoors with family and friends makes the list of my favorite things about summer.

Evan Sklar

Evan Sklar

Pia Ulin

Andrea Wyner Photography

Richard Foulser

Richard Foulser

Pia Ulin

James Carriere Photography

Pia Ulin

Melanie Acevedo

Pia Ulin

Inspiration Board {Summer Fun & Games}

We are focusing on things to love about summer this week, and for today's Wedding Wednesday, we have an inspiration board for a celebration that fully embraces the season.

This wedding would be a playful, afternoon affair for close family and friends. Both ceremony and reception would take place outside, and the day would be filled with classic games including croquet and badminton.

The decor for this event would be colorful and cheerful, while the food would be simple and reflective of the season with items such as burgers, blueberries, and ice cream on the menu.

Row 1: L to R- Jose Villa, Phyllis Asher, Karl Juengel. Row 2: Alexandra Rowley, Jose Villa, Pottery Barn- Summer '08. Row 3: Anna Kuperberg, Millie Holloman via Southern Weddings, Carrie Patterson. Row 4: James Carriere Photography, Adrienne & Michale- Kelli Cohee via Once Wed, Joe Schmelzer.

Girls In White Dresses

I am not sure where Spring went this year, but it certainly flew by quickly! It's hard to believe that June is already upon us.

Since June signifies the start of summer to me, this week I wanted to take a look at some of my favorite things about the season, and nothing says summer quite like a white dress.

Josh Sturgis

Kate Towers

Catherine Ledner

Chloe Mallett

Chloe Mallet

Chloe Mallett

Coliena Rentmeester

Chloe Mallett

Jenny Steggo- stylist

There are plethora of options in stores if you are looking for a white dress to add to your own wardrobe.

L: Anthropologie. R: Anthropologie.


J.Crew


L: J.Crew. R: MARC by Marc Jacobs.


Ann Taylor


L: Banana Republic. R: Banana Republic.


Gap


L: Only Hearts. R: Shoshanna.


Da-Nang


L: Elizabeth and James. R: AKA New York.

Ça fait un sapré bout ....

Salut vous autres !

Crime poff que j'fais dure ! Presque 3 mois sans écrire....mais j'ai pas lâcher de vous lire ;-)))

Ce matin je lisais ceci, et j'ai donné le lien de mon Blogue....pour me rendre compte que ça fait des lustres que je n'ai pas écris. Et pourtant, il s'en ai passé des choses....trop.....

Entre autre, une bombe nous est tombé sur la tête il y a quelques temps....je suis encore sonnée !


'Savez, ça fait 4 ans que je sais (sans savoir), que je sens (sans comprendre), mais je savais que je devais à tout prix protéger mon territoire.

ET J'AVAIS RAISON DE ME MÉFIER !

Dites-moi, puisque vous êtes là....Pourquoi les gens détruisent leur famille, mentent, blessent, trompent et trahissent....et quand finalement, les gens qu'ils ont détruits finissent par se rebâtir, ces mêmes personnes ne peuvent se retenir de venir tenter de démolir...une seconde fois, la personne qu'ils ont prétendu aimer ?

Les regrets ?

Oui, d'accord, j'peux comprendre.....

Mais là ou j'embarque pas, c'est quand on dit : "J'serais bien avec toi là, maintenant que tu fais le gros cash"

Au moins, si elle avait dit : " C'est parce que t'es beau, bon, gentil et un amant incroyable"

Ben non ! Juste le matériel !

Pis un refus....ben c'est une demande de pension alimentaire, malgré une garde partagée !

Expliquez-moi la logique.....moi j'y comprends rien !

Il était un déchet pour elle....mais SON déchet ?

Excerpt from a letter to the editor by Col. J.H. Allan

I (...) observed the steady rise to the top of the merit lists of all too many who treated soldiering as a civil service cinecure, "fit the all-singing, all-dancing, computer profile", and thought morale was a matter of having a plus balance in their pay guides. "The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in the stars but in ourselves." We, the senior officers, of the Army must keep falling on our swords to allow "soldiers to be soldiers" and to support the orangutans against the "civil servants."

Col. J.H. Allan, "Letter to the Editor", Infantry Journal, number 16

Excerpt from "A rejoinder to 'where have all the tigers gone?'" by Capt. K. McKay

If a modern Army allows soldiers to be soldiers we won't have a problem with occupational values, those that wish to soldier will, those that don't can join Air Canada. That is not to say that good wages, benefits, and a good family life are not important: they are as important today as they were 25 years ago. But how does one equate an hourly wage to going on patrol at midnight in the freezing rain on an empty stomach. Job satisfaction is very important. We all remember the good times.

There was a time when contact sports were not only allowed but encouraged. Football, Boxing, Murderball, Hit hockey, etc, allowed the soldier to get rough and tough in peacetime. After all, we are trying to train men to go to war.

Captain Kermin McKay, RCD, "A rejoinder to where have all the tigers gone? Why have the ringmasters changed? Or put the fun back into the army!", Infantry Journal, number 15

Excerpt from "Where, oh where have all the tigers gone?" by LCol D.A. Nicholson

You will no doubt have begun to detect, and I readily admit to, a twinge of nostalgic longing to meet once again a type of young officer who was fairly common just a few short years ago. This was the young man who did occasionally express a certain degree of boisterous enthusiasm for his profession, whose exuberance sometimes led to a heart-to-heart talk in my office and an extra tour as orderly officer, and who, fortified by a few draught of "happy hour elixir", would corner me in the bar for a forceful lecture on how I should really be running the unit. These same young officers may have required frequent guidance and steering, and occasional restraint but, bless them, they never required prodding. They could always be relied upon to put forth that essential extra effort which so often means the difference between success and disaster in both peace and war. No task was too difficult, and no hardship could deter them. Their senior NCOs looked after them like fathers. Their men loved and respected them and followed them without question. It was comforting to know that such men would be available if the crunch came. I am grateful for having had the privilege of serving with them. I only hope that their enthusiasm, gaiety and sheer zest for living have not since become squelched by the pervasive, bloodless "man in the green flannel suit" syndrome of which I have spoken.

Please, let us accept, cherish and develop, along with the nice, manageable pussycats, at least a few TIGERS. We, and Canada, will someday have need of them, as sure as God made little green managers.

LCol D.A. Nicholson, Where, oh where have all the Tigers gone?", The Mobile Command Letter, March 1973