That wedding I'm participating in in September is starting to really worry me.
I talked to the bride a few times on Thursday night. She is at a loss as to why The Bridesmaids are going so nutty about this wedding. The maid-of-honour and I aren't even close to being as excited and we've known her the longest. The bride and her partner don't even refer to it as their wedding; they refer to it as one of the bridesmaid's weddings because she's more excited about it than the bride and groom. She also, when talking about the wedding, will refer to it as hers by mistake.
The whole dress situation is the most obvious problem. The bride is somewhat surprised that the dresses the two bridesmaids chose are so wedding gown-like. Both are fancier than the bride's dress. Really, it would be hard for her to choose something more elaborate than the one, for sure. It is just lucky that she's so easy-going and laissez faire about the whole wedding thing. If she cared even a little more, it could get sticky. I'm talking fistacuffs. They all look like scrappers.
Because the m-o-h is living overseas, she decided to come a month-and-a-half early to buy her dress and help with final wedding stuff. The Bridesmaids have been corresponding with me that they want to take her to the shop where the other two got their dresses. I conveyed to the bride that that wouldn't be the best idea and to please try to sway them from that. She agreed. But I realise also that, once they have a collective thought between them, they are hard to sway, as evidenced by the dress frenzy.
On a happier note, yesterday I did the trial run of the pattern I wanted to use for my dress. It's a very easy, three pattern piece, 1952 retro wrap dress. It was made with cheap fabric ($2.99/m) and, with the pattern included (which, by itself, was about $4), cost about $17. The skirt is cut on the bias, hangs lovely, and needs less than 5 metres of fabric (for a 1952 pattern, that's shocking). A few parts need some tweaking, but it is CUTE. Super cute. (See for yourself: search for Butterick B4790) So I have to pop over to one of the sari shops on Fraser and/or Main and see if I can barter for some light pink taffeta.
Yesterday I also went to my cousin's Vancouver wedding shower. She lives in Victoria, but has a couple of friends in the city and so I got an invite to high tea at the Sutton Place. It was a lot of fun, even though I've never met any of her friends and haven't seen her for a few years. (Our family is huge and weird.) We were supposed to take something funny or something blue for a gift. Stealing the idea from my friend Laura, I gave Carmel a ClearBlue pregnancy test, which won me a prize for most hilarious gift. The shower was very low-key and relaxing, and I wished we could do something similar for my friend's wedding.
But who am I kidding? It isn't my friend's wedding anymore.
Next up for the wedding prep is scouting out restaurants to have the jack & jill at. Groan. I am a bit worried we're going to get to the end of August with nothing planned, and the party is three weeks into September. I'm not sure they realise how busy September is going to be for me. I've already reliquished any say in the location because my schedule isn't as flexible as theirs this month. At this point, I'd be happy to just show up with a pregnancy test.
The frickin' music selector isn't working again. Get off your fucking ass, "Tom."
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