it’s wedding season. love is in the air.
even though i did have the wedding of my dreams: an enchanted evening in my parent’s backyard, under sparkling stars and branches decked in flowers white and billowy. i still find myself getting whisked away in the fantasy of bridal bliss.
especially when i run across images of girls in satin skirts, peonies in full, fat bloom, and oodles and oodles of tulle.
the oh! why didn’t i think of that?!?! angst trembles.
just. for. a. bit.
i quickly remember my heavenly, floral, twinkle-light fantasy i experienced almost two years ago, and i wouldn’t want to do a single thing different.
at least that was until yesterday, whence i stumbled across this subtle, chic bauble of nuptial goodness.
where was fucking martha stewart’s guide to getting me a goddamn cheetah?
if anyone can get me this guy’s number i’ll owe you for evah.
i might not be planning another wedding, but i’m sure there’s an upcoming fundraiser for cystic fibrosis or something equally appropriate i can render his services for.
many thanks to tiger butter for sharing the awesomeness.
Can you just imagine how the cheetah would have prowled underneath those twinkly lights at your wedding?
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