Happy Anniversary
On this day 9 years ago I was getting ready for my wedding. I believe at this time I was still in a slight bit of panic about waking up with my eye mostly swollen shut. I had gotten a small bug bite beside my eye the night before and at 6am when I woke before anyone else in the house I was not impressed to discover I could not open my right eye. Not the best way of waking up on your wedding day!
I quickly dashed to the fridge and did the only thing I could think of. I sliced up some cucumber and laid down on the couch with a nice thick round slice covering my eyes. The difficult part about doing this was that I was the only one up so all I had to do while I sat there waiting was to think about how terrible it would be to walk down the isle and having my photos taken looking like someone had punched me in the face.
I am very grateful to my mom for dashing over to Shoppers as soon as she got up and meeting us at the hairdressers with some cream that did the trick. By the time the ceremony started the swelling was almost totally gone.
The hair dresser was an interesting experience. I had never gone to them before and will never go again. Our wedding was at my parents house and the hairdresser we had wanted was totally booked up. We made an appointment with the only person available and I wasn't able to try her out before hand. I'm really very easy going about things like this so it didn't worry me that I hadn't had a trial. I felt bad for my poor attendants though. The girls working on them were difficult. One of them they put in a side room so she wasn't around the rest of us. This wouldn't have been such a big deal except that the stylist was deaf and my poor bridesmaid was unable to communicate to her what sort of style she would like. One of the other bridesmaids ended up with some sort of facial treatment she really didn't want as well as an attempt made to pluck her eyebrows only hours before the wedding. She also returned to the house and ended up fixing her hair herself. I think she would have done a better job in the first place.
My hair the curled so tightly that I looked like a poodle when they started. The did not however, know of my hairs unnatural abhorrence to being curly and by the time I arrived back to the house most of the curl had already fallen out. Only my mom has been able to keep any sort of curl in my hair and it requires almost an entire bottle of hair spray. In fact the hair style I had wanted was one very similar to what my mom had done for me one year for prom. I had asked her if she would do my hair but she was concerned about not having enough time. It turns out with all the effort we put into fixing everything it might just have been better to do it ourselves. I can't have looked much different.
Jump forward to the ceremony. I have made my way down the isle. I'm grinning ear to ear in front of the pastor and my soon to be husband when all of a sudden a thought hits me. I don't have the ring. I left my husbands wedding band in the kitchen. Thankfully we were getting married in the back yard of my parents house so it wasn't really far away but still very embarrassing. When I had an opportunity to talk to the pastor I whispered to him. "I forgot the ring. It's inside on the kitchen counter." Attempting to be as discreet as possible the pastor called up my father and asked him to send someone into the house to retrieve it. He told him he didn't want him to do it himself because he didn't want him to miss anything." The only problem with this is my dad is somewhat hard of hearing and began to wander towards the house himself. This required the pastor to yell for him to come back and then announce to everyone in attendance that there was an issue with the ring and to request that someone get it for us. Special thanks to my cousin's husband who jumped up quickly and found the ring with no issue.
The day was filled with interesting twists and turns. Some of then good some of them.... interesting. For one, you would expect a Saturday mid July to be super hot. That was not the case on that day. It was quite cool for an outdoor wedding. During the reception the bridesmaids were all wearing the groomsman's jackets. In the end though it was a beautiful day and the little things that went wrong do, I suppose, make a good story.
I quickly dashed to the fridge and did the only thing I could think of. I sliced up some cucumber and laid down on the couch with a nice thick round slice covering my eyes. The difficult part about doing this was that I was the only one up so all I had to do while I sat there waiting was to think about how terrible it would be to walk down the isle and having my photos taken looking like someone had punched me in the face.
I am very grateful to my mom for dashing over to Shoppers as soon as she got up and meeting us at the hairdressers with some cream that did the trick. By the time the ceremony started the swelling was almost totally gone.
The hair dresser was an interesting experience. I had never gone to them before and will never go again. Our wedding was at my parents house and the hairdresser we had wanted was totally booked up. We made an appointment with the only person available and I wasn't able to try her out before hand. I'm really very easy going about things like this so it didn't worry me that I hadn't had a trial. I felt bad for my poor attendants though. The girls working on them were difficult. One of them they put in a side room so she wasn't around the rest of us. This wouldn't have been such a big deal except that the stylist was deaf and my poor bridesmaid was unable to communicate to her what sort of style she would like. One of the other bridesmaids ended up with some sort of facial treatment she really didn't want as well as an attempt made to pluck her eyebrows only hours before the wedding. She also returned to the house and ended up fixing her hair herself. I think she would have done a better job in the first place.
My hair the curled so tightly that I looked like a poodle when they started. The did not however, know of my hairs unnatural abhorrence to being curly and by the time I arrived back to the house most of the curl had already fallen out. Only my mom has been able to keep any sort of curl in my hair and it requires almost an entire bottle of hair spray. In fact the hair style I had wanted was one very similar to what my mom had done for me one year for prom. I had asked her if she would do my hair but she was concerned about not having enough time. It turns out with all the effort we put into fixing everything it might just have been better to do it ourselves. I can't have looked much different.
The day was filled with interesting twists and turns. Some of then good some of them.... interesting. For one, you would expect a Saturday mid July to be super hot. That was not the case on that day. It was quite cool for an outdoor wedding. During the reception the bridesmaids were all wearing the groomsman's jackets. In the end though it was a beautiful day and the little things that went wrong do, I suppose, make a good story.
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