Echoes.

This weekend I got into gear a bit.
It’s not that I accomplished tons, it’s that I started on the mega list I have left.
Priced some organza – wanted to price some more at Walmart only to discover that our Walmart is self-destructing by redesign.  It’s an interesting project – one that allows you to search for construction paper among the aisles of goldfish.
I couldn’t find ANYTHING.

Went to the props store – that’s a ton of fun.
You see – there will be props at my wedding – and since the final idea isn’t in my head yet, you guys will simply have to know that my wedding reception will involve a rubber chicken.
Yes.
I said a rubber chicken.
But no chicken dance…
Hmm.
I may have to bring that one back, just for the poor chicken’s sake.

Nah.

But that part was the most fun I’ve had since starting to plan this event – I can’t begin to tell you what a blast it was.

I’ve given up control on the shoes and are letting the girls just go for it, and I’m trying to relax in areas that really don’t make a darned bit of difference.

It’s a weird experience for me.

This weekend was awkward on the personal front too -
I wonder how living together after almost 3 years apart is going to go. 
Not badly, just differently – or at least that’s my expectation.
It’s a lot more old-fashioned than I had expected our relationship to head, but that suits us in a way.
I’m less traditional – Nick’s super traditional… it’s a meet in the middle sort of thing.

He won’t let me set up a dance down the aisle, but he won’t stop me from making the reception enjoyable.
As a matter of fact, I think only Krista and I really know more about the details at the reception – our daily phone call consists of ways to make people go ‘huh?’ when they’re there…

Or mostly ways for me to enjoy myself that most weddings don’t have.
It may not be fun in the way that mega adult parties are fun, but it’s a step above face painting.  Not that I don’t like face painting.

So it should be interesting to see both my parents and my in-laws discover everything as it comes together.
Luckily they don’t get a vote in the overallness of it.
They do, but they don’t – I’m the final say in this, unless Nick waves his Veto Wand, in which case he wins.
It’s not fair, but it’s easier to live with a happier L-man than an unhappy one.
No angry Cubas in my house.
Yes, I meant Cubas.

All in all, the best thing is that I’m MOVING period.
Accomplishing.
DOING SOMETHING.
Let’s hope this pattern continues, because the sheer amount of stuff in my house right now is a little overwhelming…

What wedding planning REALLY looks like.

I don’t like clutter.
But it will all have a place to go… eventually.
I wait very impatiently for that day.