*** DISCLAIMER: IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE THE DRESS, STOP HERE ***
I got it back from the tailor. Calla did a fantastic job, and quite speedily. And I can’t be thankful enough for Lana and her generosity.
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We decided the light was a bit bright, so Lana moved me to in front of a grey drape.
The petticoat is the exact same length of the skirt, so you can see it a bit when I move … but it’s especially amazeballz when I twirl.
xo
Ok, not sure what’s causing this … but
I might be freaking out a little.
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Maybe it’s because we really are getting close. Maybe it’s because I have not yet figured out who can alter my dress for a good price. Maybe it’s because I haven’t ordered the pinwheels, or his hat, or figured out what hors d’oeuvres we’re serving.
Or maybe it’s because I’m a tight ass when it comes to money and when I finally sat down today and figured out where we were at and what we have left …
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Sure, we’re in a fine spot because we’ve pretty much got all the material shizz we need. But then I realized we have the BIG STUFF ahead of us. Like food. And booze. And hotel. And rental car. Guh.
I know we can do it, but it’s daunting. It’s scary. Sure we have our tax returns and 5 more months to save some cash-money, yo, but it’s still scurrrrryyy.
I know I know. I just need to chill because it’ll all work itself out and it’ll be fine. I know this. But for now, I’m going to hide my panic in some Dr. Who and a bottle of wine. Mmmkay?
xo
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