Before we plunge into the Thanksgiving madness. Before the air is redolent of rosemary and bay leaves, the centerpieces studded with gourds and feathers and pomegranates lie bleeding on the design table. Before the customers line up with handfuls of candles and cocktail napkins and bunches of bittersweet. And before we start to scream at one another "Can you get that phone", we had a tiny wedding to do.
I called it the Chanel wedding. A study in black and white with just a suggestion of grey.
I never met the bride. She lives in London. But she had a friend with ideas. Good ideas.
Her bouquet was wrapped, of course, with black velvet ribbon.
The mantle piece was to be "drapey".
And the communal table had a row of little silver urns fulled to the brim with smokey goodness.
It was the quiet before the storm.
And I enjoyed every moment of it.
Now: off to the trenches.