Friday inspirations

On Fridays I usually draw strength from the thought that it is the end of the work week. I envision the weekend ahead to be filled with high tea, leisurely drives, and hours in bed with my book and movies. This particular Friday is different, however, for tomorrow I will have to go to work for makeup classes. When I woke up this morning I immediately felt its unusualness. I felt frightfully drained. But the day must go on and so I must find other sources of inspiration. There are plenty of things, fortunately, that make life worth living.

Among other things, Grace Kelly elegantly lounging at the beach, Audrey Hepburn in Givenchy in "How to Steal a Million," the sensual Lea Seydoux, that final scene in "Midnight in Paris," an outtake from the Miss Dior Cherie ad, and the ever chic Suzy Bishop, are saving me today.

Confetti balloons

I have been searching for metallic gold balloons for the longest time but, alas, to no avail. Today the universe decided to give me a treat. When I came across Studio DIY's gold confetti-dipped balloons this morning, I could barely suppress my glee. What a splendid idea! My wedding will have tons and tons of these, definitely.

The weekend

The weekend flew by beautifully. I woke up especially early on Saturday to read my book and work on my drawing as music from "Blue Jasmine" and "Midnight in Paris" played in the background. It was the best feeling in the world, having my nose in Edith Wharton while the rest of the city was in slumber. In the afternoon we drove to Manila to cheer our students on in their basketball game, and then to compensate for the manliness of it all he took me to high tea. We shared a pot of creme caramel and while we found the boldness of its color startling it was wonderfully fragrant and its flavor was light. This morning we went to the Legazpi Sunday Market for brunch and I marveled at the pretty flowers and he at the spicy noodles. Before heading home we paused for drinks and to compensate for the girliness of it all we watched as George Saint-Pierre almost lost his title. The sun was out and the waiters were bustling about readying the place for a party in the afternoon but we were comfortable and did not mind. I had my bunches of pale pink roses delicately wrapped in brown paper with me the whole time, after all.