When someone says, “You look really nice,” the natural response (after spending any time with Wendy) is, “Well…I was going for FABULOUS.” I resisted the urge to say this, however, when W arrived to pick us up for the wedding.
Fabulous was indeed what I was shooting for but, at that moment, I was not feeling fabulous in the least. I loved the dress but would soon learn about a special tape that I should have gotten to keep “the girls” covered to my comfort level. However slowly, I am learning these bits of knowledge that my previous life did not require.
As for the hair, I could not figure out how to put it up on my own. Of course, opting to do a 6 mile run didn’t help. YaYa hurting himself during the run didn’t help either. If that wasn’t enough, a last minute face-to-face meeting request by W to discuss our plans for the wedding drastically set back my plans to gather the rest of the items needed for the day.
Saturday morning, with 2 hours ’till take off, I scrambled to Target for earrings, a new dress shirt for YaYa and the like on Saturday morning.
Then there were the shoes…