Looking to throw a Fiesta

Sometimes you just need to get some girlfriends and pals together for a fiesta. If you talk to anyone I know, they will tell you one thing about me, I love anything Mexican.

I took 3 months off a few years ago just to become a beach bum in Mexico. It was the best time of my life. Living outside of Sayulita, Nayarit was nothing but a dream. I would get up every morning take a few steps from my apartment to the beach and head off for a run and swim. After my morning exercise I would go back to my place make some coffee and breakfast. Oh, they have the best coconut cream for coffee. My best friend/roommate Sarah and Stella (her dog) would wake up and  meet in me in the kitchen to talk about what hidden beach or little town we were going to discover that day. We would pack our lunches and head out. After reading, sunbathing and swimming all day I would take another run, mediate and cook dinner. Sarah and I would watch the sunset on the beach or our rooftop with our rum and coke. We would talk about what wanted to do with our lives or dream about what we would buy on our trip if we had more than $10 a day to live. That was my happy place and I never talk like that. 

I started going to Mexico when I was only 5 years old. My grandparents lived in Mazatlan, Sinaloa and I would visit them at least once a year. My favorite memory is me hanging out on the beach in front of Chili Peppers. Chili Peppers became our family's go to restaurant. The owner had a son my age and we basically grew up together. I remember spending the Y2K New Years Eve at the Chili Peppers. They let me pour all of my own drinks behind the bar, even though I was only 15 (16 in 12 days). My grandmother was dancing on the table that night as well. Since both of my grandparents have past I have only been to Mazatlan once. I dream about it all the time. If I close my eyes I can remember the smell of the sheets in my room and I can hear the sound of the ocean from my window. 

By far Mexican food is my favorite food of all time. From the burrito trucks in Oakland to the home made carne papas in Mexico. Something about the spicy and salty flavors I can't control myself. But chips and salsa is my life. I could eat chips and salsa everyday. I am pretty sure I tried in High School when calories didn't matter. My step grandfather is Mexican and when I made him my pico de gallo he said he almost died. That was the best complement I have ever received. 

So, when I got an email from a few friends asking me to design some florals for a Mexican fiesta I said "YES". This was a no brainer for me. I'm pretty sure I have more Mexican accent decor in my house than most Mexican restaurants. 

The first flower that popped into my head was definitely bougainvillea. Sarah and I stayed in a neighborhood called bougainvillea when we were visiting Guadalajara. My second thought was straw flowers. Something about the colors and feel remind me of  the artisan of Mexico. I chose terra cotta vases because my grandmother only had them in her garden. In Mexico they have round/oval shapes, unlike our triangular terra cotta plant pots. The bright shades of pinks and yellow add a soft but fun touch to the cactus and cobalt blue glassware and accents.

This party was a dream come true. Studio DBI was phenomenal. I love her touch of churros. No party in Mexico is complete without some kind of sweet. Oh Na La created the coolest menus and fortune tellers. My lady Michaela for Michaela Joy Photography capture every detail with grace though she just got off a flight from France. We pulled off the fiesta of the year. 

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