I haven't had my hair trial yet because I haven't received my veil. And I haven't decided what the hell I am actually going to wear in my hair. Headband? Hair flower? Fuck if I know. AND I made the stupid mistake of buying two headpieces I can't return. A headband that I paid 80 bucks for that doesn't match my dress. And I don't even know if I am going to like the $120 hair flower/veil combo I bought (that I will also not be able to return once I receive it). So I am hoping and praying (and I don't pray, people) that it will be ok.
We haven't put the iPod playlists together yet. Mike has informed me this won't be done until the WEEK OF THE WEDDING. I am freaking out.
I still need to find someone to film the ceremony.
We still don't have candles, tea lights, or white light strings. We need to completely light the garden area for dancing. Otherwise it will be too dark.
I still don't know what color hair I want to have. I just dyed it brown with hints of auburn and I don't think I like it. There is no way I am not going to get used to it by the time the wedding rolls around. And it makes me feel "not me." And I certainly don't want that to be the case. And this hair makes me look paler than I already am -- which is pretty damn pale.
Which leads me to my next frustration: I'm still pale as fuck. And I don't want to tan. Or apply tanner. Or have to worry about that shit. But I don't want to be this pale. GRRRRRRRR.
I hate my J. Crew earrings. I can't return them.
My dress doesn't fit right.
Our venue fucked us. And we have to come up with a whole new set up for the reception and the ceremony.
We haven't written our vows yet and our officiant needs to be sent the script.
Mike still hasn't started crafting the beer bottle chandeliers.
We still need to get the marriage license.
Our original rehearsal dinner location is temporarily closed down, and completely unable to host us. Oh, and did I mention they failed to actually call us and tell us that bit of news? Yeah. We wouldn't have found out had we not tried to go to happy hour there last weekend. So we had to find another place last minute. A place that we will have to cab to instead of walk to.
I'm having trouble letting go of the responsibility. It's Mike's turn to do the bulk of the work, but I have been so deep into the planning of it for the last 11.5 months that it is difficult for me to trust anyone with the vision I originally wanted executed. For example, we were going to order bundt cakes for the dessert table. And Mike thought it was outrageous that we wouldn't pre-cut the bundt cakes. And I told him that I would like the dessert table to look pretty for pictures, and that we should wait to cut the cakes. And he just didn't understand that. And it pissed me off because he didn't voice this concern to me months ago. He's just now swooping in at the 11th hour, making decisions about things I decided a long time ago -- decisions that he willingly left up to me. And it's frustraing.
We're still waiting for A LOT of RSVPs.
I have this looming fear that Mike won't get his passport renewed in time for the honeymoon. He claims he can go into the passport office and get one last minute, but I hate doing things last minute. And if I don't get my Mexican honeymoon vacation away from this craziness, I might blow a gasket.
My home is being eaten alive by crafts.
I can't sleep.
I have a pounding headache.
And I have super puffy eyes from my crying meltdown last night.
I don't know if I can do this.
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