The Friday morning before the big day was a pretty crazy busy one—you know, all the prepping and stuff. Stepdaughter K and I woke up fairly early and, after a family breakfast, we headed off to the nail salon. We wanted a chance to spend some time together before all our friends and family arrived, and this was a perfect chance to do so. While K and I were getting our nails done, Mr. Farmer and Stepson R were doing a bit of last minute shopping. Something we completely forgot to tell the kids about was the dress code the Florian Gardens has.
You see, the Florian Gardens has a pretty strict time frame for when you can host your rehearsal, especially on a Friday, which has become a pretty popular day to get married. You could wear whatever you wanted except jeans. Thankfully, because we were aware of this beforehand (read those contracts, folks) we were able to let all of our bridal party know so they could dress accordingly. However, we neglected to let the kids know, so we both ended up doing some last minute shopping before the rehearsal to make sure the children were outfitted appropriately. Hey, you can’t win them all.
Anyway, after Mr. Farmer and R got R’s outfit all situated they were the welcoming committee for our arriving bridal party members. K and I were running a tad bit late, kind of a theme for me it seems, so we had very little time to get ready for the rehearsal when we got back. With a little help from K I was able to throw myself together and be presentable enough.