Hey, how lame is it when people go "sorry I haven't posted, I've been busy"? Yeah, that's pretty lame, right? The thing is, I have been busy; I've been so insanely busy that yesterday I didn't even make the bed, and if you know me at all, you know I'm the kind of person who, even if the bed has been unmade all day, MAKES IT IN THE EVENING BEFORE SHE GETS BACK INTO IT TO SLEEP. Yep, that's the kind of
crazy, uptight, Type A freak person I am. And yet yesterday I didn't make the bed at all. Sean came home from work and said "wow, I can't believe I'm going to marry a person who doesn't make the bed."
Oh yeah, that. I'm getting married. Did you forget about that? I kind of did, or rather I didn't exactly forget about it---I'm now the proud owner of three wedding magazines, plus Emily Post's Guide to Wedding Etiquette, a fat tome that I page through obsessively for a few minutes a day, SO WORRIED AM I THAT I HAVE NOT ANNOUNCED MY ENGAGEMENT PROPERLY, THE HORROR!---but rather that I sort of haven't had a second to think about it. With my mum and sister arriving two days after we got back from London---and all the hijinks that ensued while they were here---my wedding planning hasn't really got off the ground. I mean, don't get me wrong, I totally know what flowers I want in my bouquet (white peonies, tulips, and hydrangeas) and what song I want to dance to with my dad---Turn, Turn, Turn by the Byrds (alright with that, Dad?)---but as for a location? Ha! A date? Ha! We know exactly what we want, but those two major things hinge on some very complicated....complications, you see, and without them as my backbone, I'm not really sure where to start.
My wise friend Alison advised me to think about the things I can think about now---my dress, for example, because lord knows, I love a good dress---but I started trying to research that yesterday and almost had a panic attack at how overwhelming it all was. I mean, I like this? I think? But without the brooch? Maybe? Do I have to try this stuff on? Because eh, right now all I feel like doing is sitting here on this couch, stuffing myself with the Cadburys I brought back from England, and reading what Emily Post has to say about engraved invitations versus letterpressed ones.
(By the way, has anyone ever bought their wedding dress on Craigslist? I'm so used to looking for everything on Craigslist---I found both my job and my apartment there, as well as my super awesome 1950s turquoise typewriter for $15---that I figured I'd try it for dresses. And it was.....well, it was not very successful, although it would have been way more successful if I'd been looking for an 80s-era prom dress with a synthetic lace Peter Pan collar, that's for sure. Next up: eBay, where I feel certain that I will pass out from some sort of stress-induced exhaustion after trying to figure out whether I can trust a certain seller's feedback, but hey, it's worth a try, right?)
One thing I am obsessed with right now is making my fingernails look nice. Trust me, I can count---on the fingers of one (non-manicured) hand---the number of times I've had a manicure in my life, and yet lately my favorite pastime is getting out the nail file and the Wet n' Wild Mega Last in Lost Love (wow that doesn't bode well, come to think of it, but it's a lovely super-pale pink) and shaping and filing and varnishing my nails to within an inch of their lives, the better to show off my pretty ring. Anyone need their back scratched? A can opened? Because I'm here for you, man. I've got the goods.
If I sound like I'm a little laissez-faire on the idea of wedding planning, by the way, I assure you I'm not. But I've spent ten years collecting ideas for other people's weddings---first interning here, then working here, then writing this--and I suppose that now I'm just sort of frozen at the idea of organizing my own. I don't want to spend a whole lot of money but I do want it to be lovely and fun and laid-back, and since I am not really a laid-back kind of person myself, this is proving a tad problematic. Probably I should just read some more Emily Post.
In other news, it is pissing it down outside right now---cats and dogs, I tell you---which means that a) I finally got to wear my tartan wellies to brunch this morning for, like, the second time this year, and b) since I had nothing better to do, I actually got around to uploading all of my Rome pictures. Now I just have seven thousand of London, four thousand of the English wedding we went to, and two thousand of my mum and Susie's trip to San Francisco to deal with, so I'm thinking they should be on Flickr sometime around 2012. Which, coincidentally, is probably about the same time I'll get around to researching florists and caterers.
PS: If you've ever wondered how to prepare for a trip, I have a guest post up at Amalah's Advice Smackdown dealing with exactly that. Basically, the gist of it is Be A Little Neurotic. Like you're surprised.