Sunday morning I awoke to a million thoughts, If this is going to happen, how do I invite everyone, who do we invite, who we regretfully have to leave off the list. How do I pull it ALL off in 3 weeks? Can we get the girls (c's daughters) here, because I will NOT get married without them!
I sat down that morning with my coffee and my lap top. I do believe I woke up at 4 am and started working on invitations. I knew there was NO way to create print and mail invites with enough time to get RSVP's before the reception site would want our final count. So the obvious answer was to send out e-vites. It was against everything Miss Manners would say was etiquette. But I was left with only this and personal phone call invitations (which would take TOO much precious time). So I searched evite and punchbowl for the invite that was free and closest to what I thought our wedding would look like. I prepared the invitiations the best I could and saved the draft until I actually committed to the wedding in what was then 20 days and counting.
That morning after coffee and a shower, I jumped in my car and ventured to RI, to check out this dress my sister thought was beautiful. The pictures she sent were fabulous, but what would the dress look like. I drove down the road and saw a lady hanging a cardboard sign on her tree. The sign said free cut wood, I made a mental note and proceeded to drive to RI. On the way, I had to call C's mother and sister and check with each of them that they were available on the 23rd for what could possibly be our wedding. I spent the entire commute on the telephone... little did I know, I would be on the phone every moment while traveling for the next 3 weeks. His mother and sister were able to make their schedules free for our big day.
After an hour and half of driving and chatting I arrived at the consignment shop with my bestie in tow. I proceeded to try on the dress, my sister saw and it was beautiful... but squished my ta-tas. I was starting to feel overwhelmed again, but in a different way. The owner of the shop (It is sad I do not know the name of the shop) was fabulous and oh so patient. She encouraged me to try on all of the dresses, even the one we expected to be too big. She undressed the mannequin in the front window and brought the final dress up to the changing room. I tried on all 5 dresses the shop had to offer and I loved 4 of them. 4 VERY different dresses and I loved them all. I had to try them on again before I eliminated 2. I eliminated the dress my sister suggested in the first place. Despite it's absolute beauty, it was not the most perfect dress for me. I tried on the final 2 dresses, they were very different dresses. Different styles all together! I tried them both on, and went into the fitting room to make my final decision. I walked out with the dress I was going to purchase. My mother and sisters were delighted. They say I looked fabulous in both, and I did love them both, however I could see in their eyes the dress they really like the most, and that is the one I chose.
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