When I was growing up-
I had an ankle that always seemed to be the weak link
when I was doing something like… walking.
It had a mind of its own.
I actually once rolled to the car courtesy of that ankle.
When I say rolled, I mean rolled as in tuck and roll
like a little roly poly bug.
Only, I didn’t look cute like a roly poly.
I walked out the front door and took a step off the porch
and that ankle of mine
decided right then
was the perfect time to be a show off.
It rolled to the side throwing me off balance
and the roll began.
Almost like an unintentional stunt maneuver.
And my step dad who was walking next to me
reached out in slow motion to catch me…
as he laughed out loud.
(yes, we are that type of family.)
When I got up off the ground, he didn’t ask what I was doing.
He didn’t ask why I decided that rolling to the car
instead of just walking to the car was a good idea.
my ankle giving out was not an unusual thing.
It happened that time I was walking on the sidewalk in Carmel
with that dreamy boy whose last name sounded perfect with mine.
It happened on the sidewalk in Santa Cruz right after I got a cup of hot yumminess
with my sister ( I hurt my shoulder but saved the treat)
it even happened in the grocery store one time.
floor to ceiling like they used to?
It might be because of me.
My mom about had a heart attack as she watched as
my ankle got a wild hair
and I stumbled
and tripped over my other foot
trying to catch myself
and my body fell forward in slow motion
arms flailing trying to get some kind of balance
as I was heading quickly
right towards the towering stack of box after box of soda boxes
at the end of the baking aisle.
It could have been disastrous.
Diet Coke everywhere bubbling on the floor, cans rolling all around
and me completely covered soda.
But I caught myself at the very last second before the big kaboom
and stood up straight like nothing happened.
I smoothed my hair
straightened my shirt and started walking away
mumbling something like…
‘Yep, here all week’
while my mother and I laughed hysterically.
It has been awhile (and a lot of strengthening work)
since my ankle decided to make a big statement
but do I trust it now?
And I bet you are wondering just how a story about
a rogue ankle
and a soda display
has anything to do with a frosted tree
decorated with soft shabby elegant ornaments
and a Christmas wedding table inspiration?
It doesn’t really.
But photos of me on the floor covered in soda
after my ankle got a wild hair again
would not be a pretty thing.
Funny yes, pretty no.
And this soft frosted tree with faux snow sprinkled branches
covered in shabby colored ornaments
definitely is pretty.
This was a fun styling that I worked on over the summer for the Balsam Hill blog.
Inspiration for a simple wedding table
with a gorgeous frosted twinkling Christmas tree
in the background.
On the table
white dishes, gold flatware and napkins tied with beaded garland
and a sprig of fresh greenery and baby’s breath lend a casual elegant feeling.
And the tree is decorated is nothing but twinkly lights
and gorgeous shades of pale aqua, blush, and gold glass ornaments.
I might have played Christmas music in July
and twirled around just a bit placing each one on the tree.
And there were no ankles giving out
or soda displays involved.
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