Gradually, A Milestone

Yesterday I bought a wedding dress. A "taffeta A-line tank," if you believe the description on my receipt. But I swear it's pretty. And now, after going through the tortured crazy-woman stages of being underwhelmed and then second-guessing my decision, I'm so excited I can't stop pulling up the crappy picture of it on the designer's website. If you've ever read wedding magazines, you know that you're supposed to know it the minute you put on Your Wedding Dress, and late last night I realized (and this brought me out of my funk once and for all) that I did know. And the three lovely ladies (mom, sister, aunt) who were with me knew, too. But because it was only the second dress I'd tried on (out of probably 15), and because we're all pretty level-headed (we mocked the people crying and saying "It's sooooo pretty!" in the next room over), the moment passed without much more fanfare than a collective intake of breath.

I can't wait.

Feeling Fetal

Today we're hashing out what we expect each element of our (relatively frugal) wedding to actually cost. Someone buy me a lottery ticket.

Uniformly Unique

For someone (me) who likes to do things with a twist--just a little bit unconventional, a little bit different, a little bit surprising--planning a wedding is a constant disappointment. I'm forever finding my own ideas in magazines (Very often in lists of ways to make your wedding unique; is anyone willing to join me in my outrage over that piece of irony?), and I just found my perfect first dance song, which I thought was a little bit quirky, midway down a list of the best first dance songs. I won't say what it is, because I want it to still surprise some of our guests--it suits our relationship too well for me to change my mind about it over a silly little principle like nonconformity.

Uncle. I guess.

Musical Crack

While fighting hard against the wedding planning infection in my brain in the interest of actually getting three seconds worth of work done today, I pulled up some vintage Madonna on iTunes. (Nothing after 1989. That's the rule.) And suddenly I'm relaxed and happy and writing almost fluently. Embarrassing but true.