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Bon Temps Calligraphy
A melange of my work. I invite you to peruse the gallery for a glimpse into what can be created for your save the dates, wedding invitations, and day-of needs.
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I am more jazzed than a busy on Bourbon to announce this to yall! I'll be hosting an intro to watercolor class with the ever fab @heydaybozeman on April 20. The last time we did this class it sold out CRAZY quick and I can easily say it was one of the most fun classes I've ever done. Come celebrate pre-Easter with us! Saturday, April 20, 10-12:30. ✌ Also yoy get to take home all the supplies you use, which is nothing but the best of course!!! 💕 Link in bio!!!!!
Dear coffee, even though you scalded my mouth more than the molten center of a hot pocket this morning, you still give me all the feels. ☕ Shop this @shoplivlively tee with the discount COLLETTE20!!!
Anyone needed one extra day in their weekend (shout out presidents day)? Somehow, me and the hubs fit a surprise party, birthday party, engagement party, and valentines day all into the last 4 days, and ya girl is tired. Overjoyed at how many incredible people and things we get to celebrate, but tired. I was going to take some shots of all the new suites as of late, but itll have to wait till tomorrow. In the meantime, here is a gorgeous throwback to @nataliecooperkovarik of @ranchwivesbeefco dreamy suite, shot by the ever talented @susankadams
The first time I saw Andrew all grown up, it was New Year’s Eve and I hadn’t seen him since about the seventh grade. I remember rolling out of bed at my mom’s the next morning, walking into the kitchen, and telling her that it would’ve been cool if she could’ve given me a heads up that Andy Hinnenkamp had grown into the most beautiful man on the planet. The next few years were comprised of dozens of plane trips to visit each other at college, thousands of minutes wracked up on our unsuspecting parents’ phone bills, and a hell of a lot of good times. 💕 Since then, life with this guy has been an absolute party. He can’t walk into a room without filling it with a buzzing energy, and to be in his presence is to know what unbridled joy truly feels like. To the man who always has a dare up his sleeve, can (barely) dance better than me, will rock the hell out of some velvet loafers, always seems to smell good, loves his people hard, and will absolutely hate this gushy post—Happy Valentines Day. Now let’s go destroy some sushi.
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