Wedding Hair

Wow, today has been insanely busy. There's so much more that I would have liked to get accomplished, but just not enough time or spoons in a day.

Woke up about a half hour before the alarm would have went off and did some things around the house. Tinkered around with the blog a bit and discovered all types of cool features I didn't realize existed. You'll be seeing the layout and features here gradually changing, and a great deal of things under construction until after the wedding when I have more time to really dedicate to making everything look fabulous. I'm really excited about it. It lets me share more with all of you even more effectively while simultaneously making this endeavor even more enjoyable and profitable for me. Win/win!

The day started out with my bagillionth wedding dress fitting. My dress is getting really pretty, but they weren't nearly as far with it as I expected them to be by now. They don't have much to get done yet though, so I expect to get it shortly after my final fitting next week. It's pretty. I just hope Chris is wowed by it. Every girl wants that 'Oh my gosh' reaction from their husband when they walk down the aisle. I mean, I can't exactly certify that fact, but I'm running with it.

My poor Mom, they altered her dress and put the shoulder straps together wrong totally flipping the angle of the dress and making it look terrible. I don't know how they did it. Luckily they still had the same dress in another size that I think fits her perfectly fine.

Due to cold weather by our wedding day everyone's breaking out shrugs for their dresses, but they're busting them out in the wrong colors. Mostly white ones are appearing. I haven't been bridezillay about much, but I don't want my wedding party looking like a purple and white mismatched Easter basket. Go shopping for gray peoples! Gosh! Hahah.

Pajamas

I never used to understand people that went everywhere and anywhere in pajamas.

Going grocery shopping? Put some real clothes on, you heathens!

Yeah well, now I'm one of those guilty heathens. I've grown quite fond of my pajamas. I don't go out anywhere of much significance anymore since my disability, lack of employment, and subsequently, money. So what is there to put uncomfortable clothes on for? And I know, I know. People say wearing 'real' clothes just makes you feel better, and sometimes that's true. The estrogen in me loves to play dress up every once in awhile when I'm feeling up to it. When I'm feeling up to it. Which isn't all that often. In general though 'real' clothes are just plain uncomfortable, which does not make me feel better.

With my nerves misfiring sometimes things just being on my skin hurts. 

Pajamas are pretty freaking comfortable. Somehow pajamas generally manage to make you look half decent in unflattering silky material. They also actually make it acceptable and adorable to wear tiny cute animals on your clothing. Did I mention they're comfortable?

As I mentioned earlier I had my wedding dress fitting this morning. I forgot to set my alarm to wake up for it, but managed to magically wake up about twenty minutes before I needed to leave. I was still pretty much half asleep at that point, but I managed to get my meds taken and do a few things around the house before I left.

My Mom, Aunt, and Grandmother went with to the fitting today as they have to all the previous ones. They immediately voiced their unified horror in the fact that I was still wearing pajamas. I simply shrugged, "They're comfortable, and I'm changing as soon as I get there anyways." Which is exactly what happened. Then when all was done, I changed back into my pajamas, went home and crawled back into bed with my love. Yay pajamas.

I've learned to be less judgey of the attire people are wearing. If it makes them happy or comfortable, good for them.

I've also learned to be less self conscious about what I'm wearing. If it makes me happy and/or comfortable, good for me.

Lucky for me my fiance generally feels the same way. I'm pretty sure he thinks I rock the world regardless of what I'm wearing (or not wearing). I'm pretty fond of him.