One final wedding update here on PGables

I’ve been pretty busy (and stressed!) lately but am happy to report that it’s all smooth sailing from here. We FINALLY confirmed all our wedding plans and so the date is set!! YAY!

Can you guess what I’ll be doing this weekend? Dusting off my old crafty ways and making wedding invitations, naturally. Hee hee!! I should be depressed and instead, I’m delighted.

But don’t worry, I won’t be boring you with wedding details anymore here – I have another place for that now. If you still want to follow along, send me an email and I’ll point you where to go: purplegables (at) gmail (dot) com

Wedding Nightmares Episode 2: The One With the Hurricane

Honestly, I swear I have so many interesting stories to relate (and pictures… and even a video!) that are NOT wedding related (and whether that’s “interesting” or not is up for debate) but somehow this wedding stuff is preying on my mind and in between making plans, stressing over plans, obsessing over plans and my crazy days at work, I haven’t been able to post them yet.

But I will, I promise! So you non-wedding-lovers, hang in there.

For now though, can I please tell you about my second-ever wedding nightmare? I need to get it out of my mind where it’s whirling around, wrecking havoc.

As you’ll recall, my first wedding nightmare saw me on a random deserted island in the tropics, anguishing over my missing dress. This week, however, the dress stress took place during my waking hours (thanks to Karo, Patti & Mama K for talking me down from the bridge yesterday… no not literally, I’m kidding… but I’m staying away from BCBG for awhile) so my unconscious hours in what should have been la-la land were free to be filled with disasters of another nature.

This time, all was sparkly happiness and unicorns and rainbows as me and all my favorite people in the world explored this amazingly beautiful resort on some amazingly beautiful island. There was a moment of trepidation as we wondered how we’d find a table to fit us all for dinner but it magically sorted itself out as rays of joy emanated from everyone’s heads and doves flew overhead. Ok not really. But it was a nice, happy dream.

And THEN…

As I was looking out the window admiring the multicolored hot-air balloons which were floating in the sky (this being my happy place, of course there’d be hot-air balloons… Which makes me wonder, do they have those in the Caribbean? How COOL would that be?!? Anyways, back to the story…), I sensed some people stirring behind me and turned around to be met by a portrait of complete panic and mayhem. As he rushed around, one of the resort’s employees paused long enough to tell me that there was a hurricane outside and “for God’s sake, we’re not hosting any weddings here this week?! In fact, we’re trying to cancel the weddings that are already booked here for this week, don’t even think about trying to have yours here this week.”

And then I woke up and stared up at the dark ceiling and obsessed for a couple hours about how we can’t seem to get any of the wedding coordinators to return our emails and phone calls and oh my gosh if they don’t get back to us soon how are we going to book anything and what if they don’t and all the flights and hotel rooms get booked up by other people and what if they do get back to us and tell us that there are no wedding dates available that week sorry you’ll have to change your plans and then we have to start all over from the very beginning waaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

I don’t think it’s that I’m afraid a hurricane will touch down. It’s just that I feel like a hurricane. Whirling and spinning and a ball of energy but not accomplishing anything.

That’s because now that we have certain decisions made, we’re waiting for confirmations from other people. And it’s killing me to wait.

I hate waiting. In fact, I’d go so far as to say I loathe waiting. I detest it, I abhor it, I curse waiting. Waiting is the bane of my existence. I crave hyper efficiency, I want quick turnaround, I need answers to my questions before I’ve even finished asking them.

What is my problem??! I need to chill out. Things will sort themselves out. You know, the Power of Now and all.

Well, what with all the waiting, I’ve had some time to think about it.

And I’ve realized that this high speed lifestyle of instant gratification and 24/7-connectivity has made me terribly, terribly IMPATIENT.

I guess the first step in overcoming it is recognizing it.

Maybe the second is to stop watching the hurricane reports on the evening news?

Lord save me from a tacky wedding

Speaking of wedding nightmares, I stumbled upon this gem tonight: tackyweddings.wordpress.com. Even my oh-so-overactive-imagination couldn’t come up with some of these outrageous wedding boo-boos.

Brides beware: this may open your eyes to even MORE potential wedding disasters than you could ever think up yourself, so peruse at your own risk.

Note to non-brides: you will very likely think this is HILARIOUS. Enjoy.

And the wedding nightmares begin

Last night I had my first ever nightmare about our wedding.

I dreamed that instead of the fall like we’re planning, we decided to move it up to April – two months away. I frantically tried to plan a tropical getaway and we ended up on some deserted island that everyone had a hard time getting to. But the worst part is that all of a sudden my heart stopped as I realized my wedding dress would not be ready in time for the wedding! The biggest chunk of the dream involved me making frantic phone calls, pleading with the dressmakers to please rush the dress because oh my gosh, what was I going to do without my dress?!? There was a moment of gigantic relief when my dress arrived in a big box and I was ecstatic -until I put it on and instead of the gorgeousity I ordered in December with Patti, the dress wasn’t my dress at all. It sort of looked like the same design (I’d tell ya but it’s a secret!), but it was made of plastic that looked like those bags that sliced bread comes in!!! I almost passed out.

Then I woke up, my heart pounding.

Is this what I have to look forward to for the next 10 months?

What’s the hidden message here? Or was I just really hungry for a sandwich?

Sigh.

For those of you who are interested, yes, the date is coming SOON. I’ll send out an email with a link to our wedding blog where all the details will be posted so you can stop wondering and start booking your vacation days off work.

Speaking of wedding blogs, my book club pals Nadine and Sze have started their own hilarious wedding blog called The Adventures of Bride #1 and Bride #2. It’s a charming mix of really insightful wedding tips and hilarity. Go check it out and tell ‘em I sent ya.

Taking Anne Adoration to new levels

About 20 (or so) times a day, I open a folder on my computer labeled TOP SECRET and gaze in rapture at a picture of my white dress. THE white dress. That I bought last weekend! If you think that’s compulsive, consider that I actually resist the urge approximately a thousand times a day. How’s that for will power?

Just yesterday I stumbled upon the knowledge that you can, in fact, “sew and wear the same wedding dress as Anne” … that’s right, as in ANNE OF GREEN GABLES.

I mean, yes I know she’s fictional and sure, it’s the dress from the movies. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it.

(Just for a moment.)