Dancin’ in Your Wooden Shoes, In a Wedding Gown
Author: Susan | Category: beach, beauty, ceremony, dressI am wearing Vera Wang on my wedding day.
No, really. I am.
On my feet.
(Warning - picture of my feet below the fold) Read more…
I am wearing Vera Wang on my wedding day.
No, really. I am.
On my feet.
(Warning - picture of my feet below the fold) Read more…
Since we picked a venue, I’ve been sleeping peacefully.
Until last night, that is. I had another dream about the wedding. This time I had failed to buy any appropriate undergarments for my dress and I only had black underthings with me. I hadn’t made appointments for my hair and makeup and I didn’t even have soap for the shower (yeah, I don’t understand that either). Everyone was flying around trying to help me, but the hands on the clocks were moving as fast as they do in cartoons when the animator wants to show you how fast time is passing.
Finally, we got to the wedding, and I was a complete mess (but I didn’t really care). Someone’s cell phone was ringing, though. The wedding coordinator for the venue came running down the stairs and said that a guest needed to talk to me right away. The guest was someone named Tom (we do have several Toms invited to the wedding). He was calling to let me know that “they” (I don’t know who “they” are either) were not going to be able to attend our wedding seeing as how they had just gotten married themselves the night before. However, they hoped we really liked the flag they gave us as a wedding gift. Then I woke up.
And now I’m really anxious about my hair because it’s the only thing in the dream that made sense to me.
My wedding dress is here. It’s hanging in a bag on the door of our bedroom. Every morning I look at it when I get up. Every night I see it when I go to bed. I want to put it on and dance around every day, but I don’t.
“Does this dress make you want to marry me and vow to spend the rest our lives together?”“You could be wearing a burlap sack and I’d still want to marry you.”
I wanted to point out that since burlap sacks are A LOT cheaper than wedding dresses and since Don is well-known in these parts for his frugality, he’d probably prefer the burlap sacks.
But as our friend Suzanne always points out, when a statement can be taken one of two ways, always go with the version that flatters you more.
So, I took Don’s comment to mean he loved the dress and loved it on me even more.