Wedding Blog

Nearly two months after my wedding, and I’m still having nightmares. I think some of this has to do with my renewed interest in it–our pro pics shoud be here in just a few days, I just put together this rockin’ shadowbox, and I’m starting to become distanced enough from it that I don’t mind thinking about it anymore.

Top row: program, my headband, my garter, matchbook. Bottom row: napkin, tag and ribbon from a favor, complete invitation (envelopes and everything), Mr. Blueberry’s boutonniere. Scattered in the bottom: flower petals, stars from the favors, and some confetti from the tables.

Last night I dreamed that we were having our wedding three times. Like a play will put on the production every day, we were ‘getting married’ every day–only it was like a Friday, Saturday, Sunday matinee thing. So it got to be the third wedding day, and my family and I were all sick of it. It was right before the ceremony was to begin, everyone was lined up, and I realized that I hadn’t put on my makeup yet! I had been too busy setting up and decorating! I rushed upstairs and started putting on my makeup. Only my matte mousse foundation was all sticky and gloppy (like stage pancake makeup!), the only lipstick I could find had big ol’ pieces of *glitter* in it, and my mascara was missing! So I grabbed a bottle of wine and a corkscrew, opened the wine and took a big swig, then ran around with the corkscrew desperately looking for my mascara. I finally found a tiny sample-sized tube, which I started applying. Only, once I had it on I realized I looked like Leela:

Yes, this was magical mascara that turned my two eyes into one. Yeesh!

Only good part of the dream that I can recall, was that someone showed up early with a stretch limo and let me and Mr. Blueberry ride around in it just for shits ’n giggles.