Random Renaissance Era Quotes (Well, mostly)
Are you planning your wedding reception, and are you wondering how to add the wow-factor to the room? Of course you would like all your guests to be impressed, and you are looking how to decorate the tables for your reception. There are many different types of wedding centerpieces to choose from, and here are some ideas:
The table centerpiece is essentially the main decorative piece of the reception. It is the most repetitive decoration at the reception as they are placed on every table. To find ideas on different types of wedding centerpieces it can be helpful to research wedding books, internet searches, and consult ting with your wedding planner.
There are many companies offering ready-made wedding centerpieces to be delivered on the day of your wedding. They will be just as you want them to be if you have planned the design well with the makers, but they are likely to come at a price.
Traditionally centerpieces are most likely to be floral, but the possibilities are endless, with or without flowers. It could be a simple vase with flowers that match your wedding bouquet, or something more complicated like a towering centerpiece with vases, flowers, candles, and mirrors.
It is a really nice idea to have one really big display, maybe on your own table or close to where you will be seated yourself, with matching smaller pieces on the tables. This will look very sophisticated and well thought out. You can have certain flowers repeated, or work with colors that come back in the table decorations. Table centerpieces in the same shape as the wedding centerpiece are also a delight to look at.
If you have to work on a budget, you could consider making the wedding centerpiece yourself. There are difficult choices to be made, and you will be able to find so many ideas that it will be incredibly difficult to choose what you prefer. The best places to look for ideas are in wedding magazines and on the internet, but you can also ask your friends and family for ideas.
Unless your wedding centerpiece is completely floral, you don’t have to leave it until the last minute on your wedding day. You can prepare the best part well in advance, and quickly finish it off with fresh flowers on the big day if you wish.
You may decide that you want to forgo the flowers and create a less traditional centerpiece. Balloons in your wedding colors can be festive at the tables or a beautiful mirror covered in tea lights and small flowers are lovely as well. Or you could place small chocolate candy bars with your names on them as treats for your guests. The options are endless. You can really get creative. One popular idea is to leave disposable cameras at the center of the table. This allows guests to take photos for you on your big day.
Whatever you choose, remember that planning the wedding centerpiece should be fun. It’s a great way to create a theme that will tie the whole reception together. There’s no limit on what you can do, only what you choose using your imagination. Use this time to express yourself on your big day.
A touch of “Swan Song” and a dash of “The Stand”…Very good post-apocalyptic tale in the mode and mood of R. McCammon’s “Swan Song” and S. King’s “The Stand”. ★★★★★
Excerpt from Troop of Shadows:
Dani cursed the weight of her backpack. The final two items from the ransacked Walgreens, crammed in as an afterthought ten minutes ago, might cost her everything. After surviving the last twelve months of hell only to be thwarted now by a can of Similac and a twelve-pack of Zest soap, would be sadly anticlimactic. Despite running at a full sprint down a dark suburban street, dodging overflowing garbage cans while eluding three men who would steal her hard-won tubes of Neosporin and likely rape and kill her in the process, she snorted at the thought of a fictional headline: Young Woman’s Life Ends Tragically but Zestfully Clean.
Damn it, she would ditch the backpack. She could come back tomorrow night for it, but right now staying alive outweighed any future benefit its contents might provide. As her pursuers rounded the corner behind her, she darted across the front lawn of a house and leaped over a cluster of dead juniper shrubs. A year ago, those shrubs had been green, manicured, and providing curb appeal to the upscale neighborhood; they functioned now as a hurdle component in the obstacle course Dani navigated on most nights.
She angled toward the side of the house and around the corner, only to come to an abrupt stop next to a six-foot barricade. Residents of these sprawling bedroom communities situated between Dallas and Fort Worth clung to their privacy fences as fiercely as their rural counterparts did to their firearms. Why all those day-trading dads and cheerleader moms required such secrecy was beyond Dani. She didn’t care. All that mattered was how difficult they made her nightly forages. Only idiots or people with a death wish traveled alone on the streets anymore. The clever ones navigated through backyards and drainage ditches, shadowed easements and alleyway, avoiding open spaces and other humans.
Especially humans traveling in groups.
Stealth and caution were second nature to her now, and she was pissed at herself for loading up the backpack with more weight than she could easily carry at a full run.
She flung the pack into the undergrowth of a once meticulous garden, making a mental note of the enormous red tip photinia which camouflaged the bundle in a leafy shroud. She hoped to be alive the next day to retrieve it.
She clambered up the fence, finding a toehold on a warped plank, and squirmed over the top. A silver fingernail of a moon did little to illuminate the backyard. Weak starlight reflected off the inky surface of a half-empty, kidney-shaped swimming pool. Her Nikes gripped the concrete deck as she skirted the murky water and made a beeline for the back of the yard that was, of course, separated from its neighbor by a privacy fence. It was a tall one too — a full ten feet. There were no bushes or trees to use for leverage either. She scanned the area for anything that might serve as a step ladder.
Of all the yards she could have chosen for her escape, she’d picked one with a damn ten-foot fence.
Her heart raced from the sprint, but not from panic. Gone was the young woman from a year ago, the full-time floundering college dropout and part-time surly Starbucks barista who spent too much time reading books and not enough time looking for a job that would allow her to move out of her parents’ house. She was too smart for her own good, everyone had told her. She should have taken that secretarial position in North Dallas, but she would have lost her sanity in that environment. The tedious filing, the ringing phones, the office politics — in other words, hell on earth for a girl with an IQ over a hundred and fifty.
Despite the recent horrors, she’d come into her own at last, after twenty-one years of meandering through life unfocused and unchallenged. The extra twenty pounds she’d been carrying courtesy of Freddy’s cheeseburgers and Taco Bell burritos were gone, thanks to her newfound self-discipline and endless hours of Krav Maga training with Sam. Not only had she transformed her body, she’d elevated and strengthened her mind as well. Before the power had gone out, she’d watched countless tutorials on T’ai Chi, Qigong, and Buddhist meditation. During that same window — when people were beginning to get sick, but before most of them had died — she’d combed book stores and libraries within a fifteen-mile radius. When the country went dark and people realized that life-saving information was no longer available with a few keystrokes, Dani had amassed reference material on subjects as diverse as hydroponics and combat first aid, ancient meat drying techniques and bomb making. Between martial arts lessons with Sam, she spent every spare minute absorbing the printed esoteric knowledge like a greedy lizard on a sun-drenched rock.
Knowledge was survival.
When the first of the men slithered over the fence into the backyard, she hadn’t found anything to use as a foothold. Another figure followed behind him. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and released it from her lungs, slow and measured, then took off at a full run toward them. While she ran, fingers slid down to a leather sheath secured to her belt. Two seconds before she reached the first of her would-be assailants, a Ka-Bar — the grandaddy of tactical knives — was in her hand.
Dani used momentum and every ounce of her one-hundred-twenty pound frame to slam the first man into the second, knocking both assailants off-balance and unprepared for her next move: a vicious stab to the groin of the first. He collapsed to his knees. She followed with a backhand movement, opening up the throat of his companion. A similar gesture to the man with the injured groin silenced his moaning.