Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
But then I realized that I do have something. In two weekends DJ and I are driving into Indiana to meet Kim. For DJ, this is his first time actually meeting Kim. She's going to take pictures of us, and I am going to try not to make stupid faces. A few days ago we were e-mailing back and forth about outfit ideas, and this was the winner in the Flirty Dress category. Casualwear is still to be determined, and I have no idea what DJ will wear.
We decided on the khaki wedges, by the way. And this cardigan in navy, for closeups and chilly weather and preppiness.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
I need to call my mom and ask her if this is her fault somehow.
The carpets really needed to be cleaned, though. I don't know if I should feel good (about cleaning them) or bad (about them needing it so badly.)
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
They are going to walk me down the aisle. One on each side, like a hustle maneuver. I am counting on the broad comedy to keep me from sobbing my face off.
The right (older) one is graduating from college in a few weeks. He was home from school a few weeks ago and my mom found this teeny tiny bowtie he used to wear when he was a baby, which he obligingly modeled. Things are taller now.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I'm sorry, did you say something? I can't hear you over my outfit.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
This is my wedding binder. I understand that as a bride, I am obligated to have one. But I don't really use it. The contracts are stuffed in a folder over my desk, and most of my saved pictures are digital. I had to dust it off to take these pictures.
It's from Staples, and not even new. It used to go to Chem class with me in a previous life.
Monday, April 6, 2009
I'm in an abstract phase of projects and planning right now. For one, it's mostly projects. For another, the projects are sublime: Buy baby food jars. Paint a perfectly good mailbox "pewter." (Is that even a color?) Hem seven yards of muslin so it can be called a tablecloth, for the exclusive-to-weddings "head table."
Eventually I will photograph all of these things, and at some point they may even make sense outside of my head. But in month -5 it's all abstract.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I’d feel differently if I knew the dress decision wouldn’t affect any of those possibilities; but it would, eventually. I really loved feeling like my mom thought I was worth a dress like that. But the more I thought about it, I didn't need the dress to go with the feeling. So I turned it down. Point: I turned down Vera Wang. I still can't believe I did that. Even so, I have to admit I wasn’t totally shut of the idea at that point. It lingered.
I woke up Sunday morning thinking about one of the dresses - the lace one. My mom and I had one more shop to visit, but the appointment wasn’t for ten days. After the Vera Wang window closed on Tuesday. I called my mom and told her I was still thinking, and maybe we could try to edge our way into the last shop before the window closed? To see if more options would help me decide?
Done, she said, I’m getting in the car. We called the shop, and they’d just had a cancellation. On the way, my mom showed me a sewing pattern and some sources for lace and fabric, with the idea that we could try to copy one of the Vera dresses if I was so set against buying one. We’re both pretty snappy seamstresses, but you can’t miss that part of that title is stress.
At the shop, we found armfuls of gowns to try.
This one made me feel very film noir-ish, but in a can't-sit-down way.
It did nice things for the parts of me that couldn't be seated, though.
But then - Somehow the perfect blend of what we liked about the two Veras, plus a little bit of fit-me-perfectly. My mom cried, and (usually these things don’t follow) everyone was happy.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
One Alencon lace that hugged every curve in the most comfortable way. (Honestly? It looked better on me. The curves were helpful.)One filmy organza with a showstopping ruffled train. They put a veil on my head and my mom teared up, then went into the ugly cry. Standing in the mirror after a full day of lounging around in my skivvies between fabulous gowns, I had a soul quake. I had no idea this experience would affect my mom so much, or I would have done a few things differently from the start.