1000 Pillows

Check out the new pillow of the week. It is a perfect color for spring! I chose to add a little yellow to the mix because Yellow is the “It” color for weddings this year. If you have any ideas on how to incorporate the color yellow into a wedding theme please leave comments at the end of this post.

The donation for this pillow is $25 plus shipping. This pillow is 16×16 in size and is made with a zipper for easy cover removal and washing. Thank you for supporting our wedding dream!

The love story continues: Dinner that night was a blur. Up until this trip I really was not a wine connoisseur and had no idea how to really order it or what great wine is supposed to taste like. My thought was if the label looked good and the name was cute then it must be acceptable. I watched the pros at the table twirl the wine in their glass to let it breathe and laughed as they brought the wine glass up to their noses and sniffed it with such a love affair that you could see their eyes close, their shoulders rise, their lips pucker as they tasted it, and lastly a sigh would follow. As the many different varietals of wine kept coming that night I discovered that my favorite of them all were a Pinot Noir and a Syrah. Those two just stuck with me.

At some point the whirlwind of the drinking suddenly hit me hard and because I am such a casual drinker the overload went straight to my head. I excused myself from the table and left for the ladies room to try to gain some composure. It had been a very long time since I had that much to drink. I am always the responsible one who volunteers to be the designated driver or has to be sharp 100% of the time because of work and family. Tonight, I was out of my element. Not only did I not have to drive anyone home, but I also did not have to worry about much of anything. So I let the wine dance through my veins and enjoyed the rest of the evening by drinking water.

I slept hard that night in my luscious pillow top bed and in the morning at 5:30 am the phone rang for our wake up call. Joel and I got ready and headed over to one of the local wineries in Sonoma to film a process called crush. For those of you who don’t drink wine, the most basic meaning of crush is to harvest the grapes, then break the skins to let the juice flow before they start the fermenting process.

The sun was rising and the crew and I were in the middle of the vineyards getting b-roll. It was one of the most beautiful mornings I have ever experienced. Being surrounded by nature, beautiful vines and some of the darkest and fullest grapes I have ever seen just gave me a new appreciation for earth. Living in the city you never really notice where or how things grow that end up on our tables, but being in the middle of this vineyard was like smelling earth grow and do its job in the purest form. It was magical.

At one point John came over and asked me if I had tried a grape yet and I hadn’t even thought about it. I was too busy watching the workers pick the grapes and fill huge wooden wagons with them. He led me to one of the vines and picked a large grape to offer me. I am a little bit of a clean freak when it comes to washing fruits before eating them so typically I would not have eaten the grape unless it was rinsed, but because it was so beautiful and I did not want to appear to be a freak, I allowed John to feed me the grape. It was rather erotic having him feed me a grape that was not touched by anyone other then him and nature. He smiled after I bit into it because I think he knew what would come after. Eating such a rich grape is like an explosion of taste in your mouth and if you are not expecting it, the reaction is worth a smile.