The weather outside is beautiful, not a cloud in the sky, upper sixties, slight breeze; just a perfect day to be in the great outdoors. And where am I? Inside. Being a mushroom. Living proof that fungi has intelligent movement, ever protecting itself from the decay of sunlight. No wonder I can't tan. I have, however, a reason for being a mushroom today. While I would love to work on my wedding tan, I have bouquets to make. So, I am slaving over tiny pieces of felt, embroidering, sewing, and teasing them until they resemble flowers. This is positively the most boring job in the world. I wish I could take my work outside, but there are small dogs that like stealing flowers out there, as well as dirt, and wind, and all those other tricky little elements that make up the outdoors that are not friendly to WHITE felt flowers. So, a mushroom I must be.
There is something I would like to share, though. I keep having bizarre dreams about the wedding, and I had one yesterday morning that was a real humdinger! I had my dream wedding, but it wasn't my dream wedding. I dreamt that Sam and I were getting married in San Francisco, in a grand hotels ballroom. Beautiful marble floors, granite columns, richly colored walls, and gold crown molding (and yes, my dreams are very detailed). It was, however, Davids (Tutera) worst nightmare! The wedding was at 11:30 pm, and I was supposed to have my hair done at 8, but there was some goof with the hairdresser and my hair wasn't even started until 12 am, and it was a horrible disaster. The wedding was then at 2 am, Sam was missing with all of his groomsmen, I only had one bridesmaid, dinner was burnt, and I was so thankful when I woke up!
Upon awaking I realized that I had overslept my beauty sleep and could expect Sam home in three short hours. Yes, I slept til noon. Something I haven't done in 8 months, and was relatively ashamed when I trotted down the stairs. Too late in the day for a shower, I got NOTHING done. (And yes, I must use caps in this post. The past few days have been quite the challenge.) Thank heaven, today I was up at 6 (back to the norm for me), and beat my mother-in-law in the race of "Who can get up in the morning first!" Although, I'm pretty sure she was awake long before me, which isn't much of a surprise.
While making my new felt flowers, I watched Julie & Julia, the movie that inspired me to start a blog. No one really cares about my wedding ideas, but it keeps me on task. I can sit down in the morning, write out my to-do list, and in the evening, I let you know all the things I've done throughout the day, and admit to you what hasn't been done. As a side note, I havent finished my veil yet. We're only 4 weeks and 4 days until the wedding, and I feel I am hopelessly unprepared. Sometimes I feel bad because I'm not always sure if I'm prepared to be a wife! Bride lasts from tide to tide, but being a wife lasts all her life! I'm not worried though. Sam is wonderfully patient, and has seen me at my worst, and already knows I will burn the cassarole.
Well, I should get back to mushroom-dom and finish these flowers. But, Sam will be home in a few hours, and he can steal me away from my tidious task, and help me look at the bigger picture...fixing a tractor.
I suppose that's all for now. Maybe another blogpost tonight to tell you what all I've done for the day, but until then...
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