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Wedding shower project

My little (ok, younger) cousin is getting married this summer & I am so excited to be a part of her big day as part of her wedding party. Her shower is Sunday and I just couldn't resist sharing the pseudo guest book I put together. Friends and family will be encouraged to share their wishes & advice for her new life as a wife.
In other news, Porch is building a deck this weekend with my dad. I am BEYOND excited to see the end product. I'm anticipating a deck with a gorgeous pergola where we can relax with our adult beverages and enjoy the yard.

Tomorrow morning Charlotte and I are participating in a photo session with my mom's coworker to capture 4 generations of incredibly strong women.

So much to look forward to this weekend! I'm just happy it's the weekend!

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  1. Good to know about this. Would be great if you can share final images of finished product. I too attended an amazing bridal shower of one of my friends and now she is tying the knot at one of awesome NYC wedding venues. Really looking forward to her wedding!

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