There’s been a lot of talk lately about wedding plans, but technically no actual planning. I need to get on the florist thing. Prince Charming said he would work on the photographer. We need to sit down and figure out what we want to eat so we can get a caterer. And then this weekend we need to talk to someone at the church about music. I haven’t had time to check the book yet to see if there’s anything else we need to book now – I carried it with me all day Tuesday but never touched it. Bummer.
I’ve got a haircut after work tonight, and I will be making an initial consultation on wedding hair options. Just want to run by my stylist what I’ve thought of so far – I need someone else’s honest opinion of what will look good, what is possible, what will look silly, etc.
Patience has been my mantra lately. Dress shopping on Sunday (and Monday and Tuesday subsequently short ventures through my Macy’s downtown on my lunch break) has made me want my own dress. You know, the white (ivory) one. There are an awful lot of prom (“special occasion”) dresses out there that are white. And quite beautiful. I want one! But, it’s worth it to be patient, for it to be the right dress. Mindful that it will be free (to me, at least) also. And tailor-made. I didn’t get that “ohhhhhh” feeling when we went wedding dress shopping two months ago, but the prom dresses certainly tickled my fancy. (I’m quite tempted to make a very inappropriate “your mom” joke here, but it’s very crude, and I’m sure you can figure it out for yourself. My apologies.)