If Music Be the Food of Love

I'm not used to being in a relationship over Valentine's Day, let alone being married. I'm kind of stressed out about this and not really sure what to do.

But thinking about it has reminded me of the party my roommates, John, and I threw for Valentine's last year under the theme "If music be the food of love, play on." (W. Shakespeare) It was maybe the greatest thing to ever happen to me.

I made big paper flowers out of old sheet music from the thrift store and plain red tissue paper (sorry all the photos are dark; candlelight kind of killed the photo opt):

And we strung Christmas lights around the banister and ran them along the wall, then covered the whole thing with pages we ripped out of a book of Shakespearean love sonnets:

But the best part was our crazy talented friends who played their musical instruments for us.

The ever-fabulous B played her cello. (Find her ever-fabulous blog here.)

When I lived in this house before I got married, we kept a guitar on hand just to hear T play when he came over. (He's single, ladies.)

J played that ukulele like a rock star that night. Who plays the ukulele?

And we finished with a sing-a-long to "I'm the one who wants to be with you." 

Way to get into the music, Steph.

John and our friend Melanie found these fantastic champagne flutes for $0.25 each at Ikea!

And I knew I wanted to marry John when he engineered a way to get heart shapes made out of sugar onto the cupcakes.