Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Another Something New

We got so spoiled in the months just before the wedding, when I'd come home nearly every day and the front porch would be piled high with boxes--lovely gifts to open and admire. It's been so long since we've received any packages (3 lonely weeks), that I was unreasonably excited when the FedEx man came to deliver our new Rosendahl wall-mounted wine holder.

I was first introduced to Rosendahl by the lovely Miss Brandi many years ago when she gifted me with a beautiful yet functional water carafe. I'd been looking for a unique but useable wine storage solution for a while--ever since Matt expressed an interest in collecting varieties of wines to sample--and when we were at Mike and Brandi's some time ago we both admired this lovely holder. And now it's ours, too. Yay! (Hope you don't mind, Morris family. You know that saying about imitation being flattery, right?)
Notice that we're proud to display our "2-buck Chuck" right next to the imported stuff! The bottom bottle sports a tag that reads "Do Not Open Until Your 1-Year Anniversary"--a sweet wedding gift from Tim and Karen Bren, who unfortunately were unable to attend.

3 comments:

Kellyry said...

Looks fabulous!

b said...

Very nice. We love ours too but really like the way the colored bottles pop on your cream wall.

P.S. Just in case all this love and wine could possibly result in a baby, I STRONGLY suggest considering when you will be pregnant. No joke, a 3rd trimester in summer is just no fun. Also, your poor newborn baby doesn't get to see her/his toes and arms again until they're almost a year. Conceive late Spring/early Summer (April-June)so that you may enjoy a comfortable and somewhat cool pregnancy, I IMPLORE you.

DeniseMarie said...

We're happy with how it looks, but I can't help being a little nervous about them just hanging there by their skinny, seemingly-delicate necks. Although we'd have to be 7 feet tall and standing uncomfortably close to the wall for this to actually happen, I still have a fearful vision of one of us gesticulating with our arms and bringing a blow down on top of the bottles only to see them all break off at the neck and spill everywhere.