Oh hi! I'm not even going to apologize this time. My life is pure chaos. I am ON from 6:45 a.m. till ??? a.m. when I finally sleep. Everything is half done. Here's what I've been doing:
I painted and mailed 3/4 of the invitations. The other 1/4 I somehow still don't have addresses for. The invitations came out a bit cheap, but very personal and pretty in my opinion. After having to wait so long and spend so much money just to nail down a venue, it was just not a priority to me to have fancy invitations. Maybe this is a reflection of how the wedding itself has become less of a formal affair, and that's fine with me. Personal is way more important. We are somehow pulling off a huge, fun wedding on a micro-budget. I didn't think it could even be done (or want to mess with it) but here we are and you are invited!
My wonderful friend Sabrina is making us FIVE WEDDING CAKES. Taste testing was glorious until I made myself sick (going gluten free and then eating a ton of cake is probably not the best idea I've ever had). Still glorious, actually.
Sabrina sent me a little preview and I can't even:
My dress is still not ready, and I'm going through some major soul searching trying be okay with how I'm going to look in it. I really want to be mature about this and feel confident in my skin, but I'm struggling. I think I would be a much more interesting person if I cared less about how big or small my body is. I don't even wear makeup. Why does this matter so much to me? I am willing to guess it has something to do with 12 years of ballet, an early growth spurt and an abusive relationship, but still. I'm better than this. Either way, my grandma is making my dress and it looks absolutely stunning on the hanger. I can't wait to try it on. Sleevelessness and all.
I'm reluctantly DIY-ing. Look, I dabble in artistic endeavors but who has time to CRAFT? I mean really. Crafting is what you do during a British miniseries marathon on a rainy Sunday when you have nothing else going on and you're feeling too ambitious to just read. But we are poor and this wedding is happening so I'm spending my weekends making a herringbone pattern out of paint sticks and embroidering fabric flowers. It's fine. I'm banking on the food and music being good enough that no one spends too much time looking at the centerpieces. Also, it doesn't really matter.
I'm planning a trip to Paris. I just found this out on Saturday and I still can't believe it's happening. I'm putting it out into the universe that I'm going to meet Agnès Varda. Come on, Universe! Do me a solid.
Other than that I'm just working. Thinking a lot. There's a lot to process right now. I want to write about it but I'm too tired and overwhelmed. Soon.