Now that the initial excitement of the engagement is wearing down, and considering that we have a mere 13 weeks left before the wedding, stress levels are rising and reality is setting in.
What have I gotten myself into?
How are we going to pull this off in time?
Dress!? What dress? Where do I even begin?
SIX groomsmen, you say?! I have barely settled on four!
Ya, I'm stressed.
I think I'm thinking too much, or rather, I'm just thinking too much about a few things.
I need to try to remember that I have awesome people 750+ miles away helping plan my wedding, and that I'll be able to do everything one step at a time.
Unfortunately, the biggest thing right now is finding a dress. I am not particularly fond of shopping, especially when it comes to clothes for myself. (Shopping for babies, on the other hand, is a breeze!) Ya, I am a girl who gets frustrated with shopping. This is mainly because I am not average sized, and apparently don't have average taste in clothing. Not to mention I am poor. Very poor. As such, I work 8 hours four days a week, and the days I'm not working, I am in class and/or doing homework. AND I'm planning a wedding? Yes.
Anyway, my future parents-in-law (Is that a legitimate phrase? It sounds different. Meh.) kindly reminded me that I need to find my dress soon as it will probably need to be altered and ready in ample time before the wedding bells ring...(except there won't be any actual bells ringing. :[ ). Moving on! I've mentioned that I'm marrying into an almost incomprehensibly amazing family, right!? Welllll, tonight they suggested that Matt's mom, Letticia (they have refused to let me address them as Mr. or Mrs. EVER.) fly up to shop with me, since I am a sad lump that has yet to establish close enough of friendships here in Utah to comfortably accompany me to a bridal store.
Part of me, the inner traditional, girly part, longs for the typical mother/sister/daughter wedding dress-shopping experience that I will not be able to experience with my own. That same part of me wants to scream "yes!" to their offer and tear up with overwhelming happiness. At the same time, I do not know how to comprehend such generosity, especially considering the times that they have paid for mine and Matt's plane tickets home for the holidays. The logical part of me tells me that the cost of her travels up here would be very costly, and I don't know that it would even be worth it if we are not even able to find a dress. And would I be considered unbearably selfish if I accept? Or would I be selfish to say no? She did make the point that she doesn't have any daughters of her own to do this with. How would my own mother react? Would she care? Would she want to be sharing the experience with me? I don't know. Am I thinking too much again? I think I am. I think I'm making too much of this.
Would it be weird if I went by myself? I think I could get a lot accomplished. I tend to find the best things when I'm alone at a store rather than when I'm with someone because I feel rushed. I'd be fine, right? Yep, definitely thinking too much!
I'm going to hit the hay, folks! Sorry for the rambling.
I hope you didn't waste too much time reading this post! It's mostly an outlet for me to gather my thoughts, I suppose.
Anywho, wish me luck!
P.S. I got to go on a Sunday stroll this weekend,
and we got to look at the tulips around campus and we took pictures!
May the "fourth" be with you. ;]
xoxo.
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