WOW. The wedding planning is well underway around here. My house is full of, well, stuff. Cups, wreaths, ribbon, lots of ribbon, tons of ribbon, more ribbon than that, truffles, lots of truffles, lots of burlap, more ribbon, mason jars, more ribbon, more fabric, cowgirl boots, bottles of water that need to be dressed up, dresses (except no dress for me) cute little place card holders to use on the reception table, sparkly stuff to hang on the rafters at the lodge, candles, lots of candles, deer antlers (don't ask), vintage table cloths for the breakfast buffet, toilet paper and paper towels for all the cabins. I also have a freezer full of food items that can be purchased this far ahead. I also have a store house of non-perishable food items in the guest room. There is even stuff here that I don't remember what it is for. Oh well, I am sure it will come to me.
And then there are the lists. Guest lists, bridal party lists, lists of food, lists of drinks, lists of things for me to do now, lists for the bride to do now, lists to do next week, lists to buy, lists to ask others to do. I have a list of things I have to get made and I also have a list of things that have been ordered; cups, napkins, flowers, signs, etc. You name it, I have a list for it. I even have a list for my lists..Seriously.
My mind is constantly on this wedding. Lane and I were in the mountains this week-end and I took truffles and wrapped them. Well, about a third of them. I also took 75 yards of tulle to make some of the bows for the wreaths but forget something I needed and didn't get to those.
I don't know what I would do without my dear friends who have helped me with things and who are coming over this week to help more. Sticking stamps on invitations and response cards is going to be loads of fun...yeah....and then sticking all that stuff in the envelops. fun, fun. This couldn't be more fun than the day Catherine and I sat up my kitchen as a print shop and printed all those invitations and response cards and return envelops only to discover three days later that we had left off one tiny bit of info on the invitations....THE TIME of the dang wedding. We were both all over those darn things allllll day. How did we miss that???? Fortunately, I was able to slip the invitations back through the printer and get it on there. Perfectly, I might add.
Now, I mentioned above that I have no dress. That's right, the mother of the bride has no dress. I have tried. Me, mom and my aunt went to a place in Shelby she had suggested. I forget the name of it but it is on 74 kinda across from the Wal-Mart area. Never knew it was there. Well, the minute we pulled into the parking lot, I slammed on the brakes and screamed. My dream dress was hanging in the window. I ran in the store and had the little lady yank it out of the window. Never mind that it was a size 2 or something stupid, I tried it on and LOVED it. There were only a few tiny problems. I am not a size 2 so it wouldn't zip and the color totally clashed with the brides maid dresses. They could order it for me but I refuse to order a dress. What if I don;t like it when I try it on??? Nope, not ordering a dress. The next day I was in Charlotte visiting with my precious babies and left early enough to go the Belk's at Southpark. The minute I walked into the formal ware area, I saw a dress that stopped me dead in my tracks. My first thought was that my mother would say, "Donna, that dress looks just like you". I took a picture of it and sent it to Catherine. She told me to put it on, go in the dressing room and take my picture in the mirror like a teenager would do. So, that is what I did. I then sent her the picture and her response???? "Mom, that dress is beautiful and looks great on you but you look like a 51 year old mother-of-the-bride." Hmmmmm. Somebody help me out here. Is that not what I am???
So, I didn't buy the dress but it is still on my mind. Who knows, I may go back and get it. It is beautiful but I have to keep reminding myself that this wedding is in the woods.
So, the planning and preparations continue. And the dress? It will happen. I hope.....
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Goodbye Amy Vanderbilt
WOW. The wedding planning is well underway around here. My house is full of, well, stuff. Cups, wreaths, ribbon, lots of ribbon, tons of ribbon, more ribbon than that, truffles, lots of truffles, lots of burlap, more ribbon, mason jars, more ribon, more fabric, cowgirl boots, bottles of water that need to be dressed up, dresses (except no dress for me) cute little place card holders to use on the reception table, sparkley stuff to hang on the rafters at the lodge, candles, lots of candles, deer antles (don't ask), vintage table cloths for the breakfast buffet, toilet paper and paper towels for all the cabins. I also have a freezer full of food items that can be purchased this far ahead. I also have a store house of non-perishable food items in the guest room. There is even stuff here that I don't remember what it is for. Oh well, I am sure it will come to me.
And then there are the lists. Guest lists, bridal party lists, lists of food, lists of drinks, lists of things for me to do now, lists for the bride to do now, lists to do next week, lists to buy, lists to ask others to do. I have a list of things I have to get made and I also have a list of things that have been ordered; cups, napkins, flowers, signs, etc. You name it, I have a list for it. I even hae a list for my lists..Seriously.
My mind is constantly on this wedding. Lane and I were in the mountains this week-end and I took truffles and wrapped them. Well, about a third of them. I also took 75 yards of toille to make some of the bows for the wreaths but forget something I needed and didn't get to those.
I don't know what I would do without my dear friends who have helped me with things and who are coming over this week to help more. Sticking stamps on invitations and response cards is going to be loads of fun...yeah....and then sticking all that stuff in the envelops. fun, fun. This couldn't be more fun than the day Catherine and I sat up my kitchen as a print shop and printed all those invitations and response cards and return envelops only to discover three days later that we had left off one tiny bit of info on the invitations....THE TIME of the dang wedding. We were both all over those darn things allllll day. How did we miss that???? Fortunately, I was able to slip the invitations back through the printer and get it on there. Perfectly, I might add.
Now, I mentioned above that I have no dress. That's right, the mother of the bride has no dress. I have tried. Me, mom and my aunt went to a place in Shelby she had suggested. I forget the name of it but it is on 74 kinda across from the Wal-Mart area. Never knew it was there. Well, the minute we pulled into the parking lot, I slammed on the brakes and screamed. My dream dress was hanging in the window. I ran in the store and had the little lady yank it out of the window. Never mind that it was a size 2 or something stupid, I tried it on and LOVED it. There were only a few tiny problems. I am not a size 2 so it wouldn't zip and the color totally clashed with the brides maid dresses. They could order it for me but I refuse to order a dress. What if I don;t like it when I try it on??? Nope, not ordering a dress. The next day I was in Charlotte visiting with my precious babies and left early enough to go th Belk's at Southpark. The minute I walked into the formal ware area, I saw a dress that stopped me dead in my tracks. My first thought was that my mother would say, "Donna, that dress looks just like you". I took a poicture of it and sent it to Catherine. She told me to put it on, go in the dressing room and take my picture in the mirror like a teenager would do. So, that is what I did. I then sent her the picture and her repsonse???? "Mom, that dress is beautiful and looks great on you but you look like a 51 year old mother-of-the-bride." Hmmmmm. Somebody help me out here. Is that not what I am???
So, I didn't buy the dress but it is still on my mind. Who knows, I may go back and get it. It is beautiful but I have to keep reminding myself that this wedding is in the woods.
So, the planning and preparations continue. And the dress? It will happen. I hope.....
And then there are the lists. Guest lists, bridal party lists, lists of food, lists of drinks, lists of things for me to do now, lists for the bride to do now, lists to do next week, lists to buy, lists to ask others to do. I have a list of things I have to get made and I also have a list of things that have been ordered; cups, napkins, flowers, signs, etc. You name it, I have a list for it. I even hae a list for my lists..Seriously.
My mind is constantly on this wedding. Lane and I were in the mountains this week-end and I took truffles and wrapped them. Well, about a third of them. I also took 75 yards of toille to make some of the bows for the wreaths but forget something I needed and didn't get to those.
I don't know what I would do without my dear friends who have helped me with things and who are coming over this week to help more. Sticking stamps on invitations and response cards is going to be loads of fun...yeah....and then sticking all that stuff in the envelops. fun, fun. This couldn't be more fun than the day Catherine and I sat up my kitchen as a print shop and printed all those invitations and response cards and return envelops only to discover three days later that we had left off one tiny bit of info on the invitations....THE TIME of the dang wedding. We were both all over those darn things allllll day. How did we miss that???? Fortunately, I was able to slip the invitations back through the printer and get it on there. Perfectly, I might add.
Now, I mentioned above that I have no dress. That's right, the mother of the bride has no dress. I have tried. Me, mom and my aunt went to a place in Shelby she had suggested. I forget the name of it but it is on 74 kinda across from the Wal-Mart area. Never knew it was there. Well, the minute we pulled into the parking lot, I slammed on the brakes and screamed. My dream dress was hanging in the window. I ran in the store and had the little lady yank it out of the window. Never mind that it was a size 2 or something stupid, I tried it on and LOVED it. There were only a few tiny problems. I am not a size 2 so it wouldn't zip and the color totally clashed with the brides maid dresses. They could order it for me but I refuse to order a dress. What if I don;t like it when I try it on??? Nope, not ordering a dress. The next day I was in Charlotte visiting with my precious babies and left early enough to go th Belk's at Southpark. The minute I walked into the formal ware area, I saw a dress that stopped me dead in my tracks. My first thought was that my mother would say, "Donna, that dress looks just like you". I took a poicture of it and sent it to Catherine. She told me to put it on, go in the dressing room and take my picture in the mirror like a teenager would do. So, that is what I did. I then sent her the picture and her repsonse???? "Mom, that dress is beautiful and looks great on you but you look like a 51 year old mother-of-the-bride." Hmmmmm. Somebody help me out here. Is that not what I am???
So, I didn't buy the dress but it is still on my mind. Who knows, I may go back and get it. It is beautiful but I have to keep reminding myself that this wedding is in the woods.
So, the planning and preparations continue. And the dress? It will happen. I hope.....
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