my roaring 20s wedding

my parents walking me down the aisle, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

It's official!

After 8 years of dating and the last three engaged... We. Are. Married.

My husband is sleeping while his wife blogs about it.

This is a beautiful picture taken by my dressmaker, KTJean. She made my wedding dress(es) (I wore two with a costume change a half-a-notch less extravagant as Lady Gaga but twice as exciting). She also made my mother's dress (pictured here), as well as 5 beautiful bridesmaid flapper dresses for my roaring 20s wedding.

I can't believe it's over!

Next new job? Wife!

Haunted Paninis, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

This place was closed, so I didn't even get to enjoy their yummy foods. Couldn't resist snapping a pic though because that ghost is the cutest.

New York, Chicago, and Florida families coming in 6 days. Rehearsal and giant family dinner in 7 days. We say "we do" in 8 days. I need more time!

Odds and ends have kept me busy. Bought a very weird bra today. The woman who sold it to me struck up wedding talk with me and come to find out she wanted to get married at the same venue as us but said it was too pricey for her. Said the Dillard's woman to the unemployed girl. Not gonna lie. Felt awesome. I replied, "Oh that's too bad." Walked out of that store feeling straight up BALLA!

Sarah and I did some last minute antiquing and her creepy doll from the previous entry is still there. I wonder what he does at night and if their security cameras pick up ghosts. Jay and I saw the re-release of Ghostbusters in theaters last week. It was a very cute and festive and nostalgic last date. By which I mean our last date as an unmarried couple.

Unemployment is giving me the runaround and landing a job has been a task. I'm not 100% ready to work but could use the money. Next new job? Wife!

I wish I could slow down time and enjoy the final stages of planning. It's gonna fly by! Love you all. Whoever you are.

any day and every day

tim burton doll, a photo by Digital Heather on Flickr.

Okay, so just for the record, it isn't really a Tim Burton doll, but it could be. It should be.

My best friend found this doll while we were antiquing and I'm really surprised she didn't buy it. She fell in love with it and he was only 15 bucks. I'm pretty sure he's haunted and if he isn't yet, it's only a matter of time. Had she bought him he would have become possessed by the spirit of the dead cat that bled out all over the back seat of her car. (This sounds terrible, but she was actually saving a cat that someone else hit.) It's a weird story, but this close to Halloween we can write it off as festive.

Nineteen days until my last name becomes considerably shorter. For years people have joked that my name was too long and for years I joked back that I was "working on it." Four letters beats ten any day and every day for the rest of mine.

I'm getting increasingly stressed out about stuff getting paid for and going as planned. I was a cucumber until recently. I used to watch Bridezilla's and laugh at how silly they got over minutia but I tried watching it last night and I felt anxious like I was watching a suspenseful thriller movie. My severance from my previous employer was smaller than I signed for because I didn't know that the IRS legally taxes it at 25%. It would have been nice for them to disclose that, although I guess they don't have to.

Blah.