Birds of a Feather
Let me make this clear: I am not a feather person. In fact, the thought of feathers usually makes me want to curl up into a fetal position -- a little PTSD from when I was growing up in Hong Kong and the teachers would threaten to beat us with a feather duster if we were being naughty.
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(Just for the record, I was a perfect angel. Except for that time in first grade when I stole some kid's glue because I forgot mine for art class. Yeah, you read that right: my first crime was indeed craft-related. And I'm betting it won't be the only craft crime I'll have committed by the time my wedding planning is done.)
Lately, I've been noticing the use of feathers in a number of gorgeous weddings, particularly those with a vintage feel.
Exhibit 1: Sexy feather pomanders! Chic feather centerpieces!
Exhibit 2: A quirky bouquet of mauve and white orchids and -- gasp -- black feathers!
Exhibit 3: A lush English garden bouquet, amped up with white feathers!
[Photography by La Vie Photography]
Note that each of these weddings used feathers in a fairly restrained way. I am in no way endorsing a Big Bird aesthetic. Remember that outrageous episode of "Bridezillas," in which the awful bride Monica tells her florist/mother-in-law that she wants peacock feathers and crystals and roses and calla lillies? Oy gevalt!
Anyway, this state of affairs leaves me confused. Feathers = corporal punishment? Or vintage glam wedding? Help me sort this out . . . .
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I'm normally not a big feather fan (I associate it with tacky Halloween boas and having my nose tickled by annoying classmates), but I adore that bouquet with the black feathers -- it's so unique and glamorous! The feathers really add a neat texture and color to the bouquet. The pomanders are also stunning.
I think the photos have convinced me that subtle feathers = glam and flirty.