I wish every Saturday began with brunch. A kitchen full of laughter. Bubbly champagne, the sweet aroma of bakery and the soft sizzle of the crepe maker. It makes me want to celebrate a birthday every weekend.
This particular one was to celebrate an upcoming birthday. A small little affair with a few close girlfriends. Little touches of home like hand-sewn peach and blue napkins and a linen and lace runner graced the table.
Each peach-mango mimosa was adorned with a lace-topper stirrer. And the shimmery golden people stamp from the invitation suite was replicated on the handwritten place cards.
Fresh white dahlias and baby's breath in different sized and patterned vases were artfully arranged on the table.
Fresh orange-cranberry scones, lemon-blueberry yogurt loaf, a walnut-cranberry spinach salad with poppy seed dressing and mixed berry salad were served on simple white plates.
Fresh coffee in mismatched white cups and saucers along with sweet strawberry-banana dessert crepes stole the show for dessert.
A perfectly sweet brunch for a perfectly sweet birthday.
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