Wandering through the woods

I still have not had my first fitting for this wedding dress. (You need at least three before they get it perfect.) They keep promising they'll do it, but they've put me off for weeks, and I am therefore Worried, since their promises don't mean anything.

Of course, worst case scenario is that I don't have a long white gown, and I end up wearing a chic cocktail dress. The conservatives will be Shocked, but then again, they always are.

Plus there will still be cake.

In slightly more amusing news, I went out looking for a corset the other day, and as soon as I walked in and asked if they had any in my size, this was the dialogue:

"Yes, we have that size. When are you getting married?"
"Whoa... I'm not even wearing my ring, how did you know I was getting married?"
"No one ever wears a corset unless she's getting married. They're too uncomfortable."

They say that weddings are for the bride. In reality, I think that they only say that because in the long run, the bride ends up caving like a fifty-year old couch to the pressures and whinging of the bridal industry, her parents, and her bridesmaids.

Dress shopping -- despite the decision to make the dress rather than spend gadzillions on it -- is super stressful. Dressmaker wants three months to finish and alter it. I have to go buy more fabric. I am overconscious of my weight, and have been staring at the exact line and fall of too many dresses in order to figure out how all of this goes. I harassed all my bridesmaids to alter their dresses already, given that seamstresses apparently have such an annoyingly long deadline, and I asked one of my bridesmaids (who took offense) to wear a corset, so now I'm sure my friends are annoyed at me, despite the fact that as bridezillas go, I don't think that all of this was on the unreasonable end of things.

(Random thought: do brides ask their closer friends to be bridesmaids because they hope that they will be more forgiving of the atrocities they inflict?)

Meanwhile, mother wants flowers on the tables at the reception. I refused, saying that I wanted funky props and for people to have FUN at the reception, rather than stiff flowers. She's still insisting on a notion of propriety. Bah. I WILL make this fun dammit.

How does a celebration of love and a gathering of friends for fun turn into such a debacle? And how is this for "the bride"?

Further, when did weddings turn into such a political thing? I recently emailed a friend who I hadn't spoken to for a long time, asking him how he was and to come to the shindig, but he is not returning my email (is it because we're not invited to their wedding? does he just not want to talk to me anymore? am I being paranoid? argh!)

Kim is tired. Neil is sick, and Kim is worried that she's getting that way.

The good news is, Kim joined a local HS pool, that she can swim at in the evenings. Hopefully that will help her feel more energized, longrun.