I had a dream the other night that I went to a flea market/art fair/consignment sale. It was huge, and held on some sort of farmstead. That's not important. What's important is that nearly everything there was the perfect decor for my wedding, and was reasonably priced. Which is unusual for that kind of sale. There was a lot of nice jewelry, too, but that was priced just like art fair jewelry usually is... too expensive.
So that's my dream. It was a nice one. Better than the one I had a week or so ago, where I sat up one morning and realized that the wedding was a week away and I was only as prepared as I am now. Even that wasn't so bad, though - I felt in control even if I was working round the clock.
We've known each other for years, so it seemed a natural choice. She moved to Texas a couple of years ago, and Austin is now my favorite town. Not that those two are necessarily related; I'm just saying.
I believe this photo is from a bachelorette party. Probably the only time I've ever entered an "America's Pub."
She doesn't come around that often anymore. I wouldn't either, if I lived in the coolest city just about ever. Basically I had to make her a bridesmaid so I'd be sure she'd come to the wedding.
I've been to Austin a few times to visit. Trips that primarily involved food and restaurants. So I hope she doesn't judge me too harshly for my food choices.
This is her default expression when
confronted with a macaroon
She is one of the funniest and most beautiful women I know. A great conversationalist, good cook, and fantastic mom to two tiny dogs and one huge one. I'm really happy to have her in my bridal brigade.