Since last Tuesday, I’ve been going back and forth to Figueroa Mountain Farmhouse to install the design pieces of a very, very, complicated wedding. I would like to say this is what the process looked like… Riding boots and a perfectly bohemian braided hair-do… But, it was much more like this:
Plastic gloves? Check. A sunhat tied under the chin with jute because of the insane gusts of winds? Check. One assistant who almost parasailed away because of a runway burlap runner? Check, and check.