- miss october
- 8 years ago
- Wedding: October 2010
Hello. I’m miss october. Soon to be mrs. october. I live in Las Vegas with the handsome mr. october, & we are having our wedding in a small town in Wisconsin. At first, we were planning on a Las Vegas wedding, & later decided to have the wedding in Wisconsin where mr. o’s roots stem from. My family is from Tennessee & they are meeting us there. Marinette WI is beautiful, on Lake Michigan, & much more affordable as far as the wedding related services go. On most days, I enjoy playing the busy, blushing bride-to-be. Going on & on about wedding plans, & i’m sure that i’m driving the people around me up the wall. Mr. o is just “yes dear”ing his way through this process, & i’m very okay with that. Lately, I’ve been freaking out, & I feel that I just might have earned the right to pout for a second…
Is it just me? why does wedding stress weigh more than regular stress? I’ve put on 13 pounds since the engagement. Yah, that was in August. It is now February. I recently came back down to reality, hoisted my butt off the couch, & then set some boundaries. I need to snap out of this funk & get my chubbed self to the gym. My dress is counting on this..And speaking of my dress, it’s beautiful, but extremely tight & fitted. It’s so beautiful, that in all the times I tried it on, I would just stand there in awe. I would literally just stand there looking at each angle, in every mirror thinking that this dress was perfect for me. Even the little sales lady thought so. I think her name was Dot. Dot was very patient & kind. We talked about our tattoo’s, & her love for Harley’s. I found this interesting since she was about 75 years old… Dot saw me in my undies, stuffed me up & down all kinds of little dress’s, giving me advice about various aspects of the big day, complimenting my decisions & somehow forgot to mention that sitting would somehow be incorporated into the wedding day. I didn’t think about me having to sit until after I purchased, ordered and took home my perfect dress. My awesome Bestie/matron of honor, introduced me to the art of “perching”. Ya know, where you actually sit on your lower back on the very tippy tip of a chair. I deligently practiced trying to sit like this with out looking like a rediculous freak or showing any signs of discomfort. I decided to avoid any & all sitting, since the spine like contraptions in my dress make the simple act of sitting far to painful to bend against. I’m thinking of wearing the dress up until the cake cutting, & then sporting a cute white sweat suit, with the cutsie “bride” on the butt in rhinestones… I thought that I had it all figured out, up until I researched traditional Catholic wedding ceremonies. Did you know that I’m going to be sitting through a good 40 minutes of mass time? Now, how the F*CK am I going to sit on a bench with a spine guard on?. I’m serious, this dress does not allow any sort of bending… I’ve basically decided that my beautiful dress should be up for sale, & I’m replacing it with a dress that is a little more bendable. I have to right? I can’t go through the ceremony with a stupid constipated look on my face! I hope to re-home it with a lovely bride who’s wedding day plans will not consist of heavy duty sitting.
I just took like 80 steps back in the wedding world. I feel like I just got my behind kicked. Wait until I share my story about how my reception location accidentally was double booked with another wedding reception. Or how my giant shipment of ostrich feather and peacock swords was delivered to my old apartment address & the new residents of apartment 1060 were given an odd, unexpected gift. I’m hoping that they resend to the sender… If i received a giant box of bird feathers that was mistakenly sent to me, I would return it.