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***Go read a technology blog, Dan. This has spoilers. Shoo!***

So what’s happened between now and The One?

The Other One vs. The One
Yes, it’s true, I cheated on The One. During my visit to I Do Bridal, I actually believed I found the real One. It was very simple, no frills, and it was part of a sample sale that would go back to the main company that coming Monday. Everyone seemed to think it was the real One, so we had the final meeting set up to purchase it right before they shipped it off. I even told Dan I changed my mind, but Sunday morning changed everything. We were sitting in the car after church and Dan pulled the David’s Bridal magazine out of the backseat and asked me to show him the First One. Figuring the deal was off, we flipped through the pages and I showed him the rejected One, and as we browsed, I spotted something odd: there, for $300 cheaper, was a dress that looked almost identical, but cuter, to the New One. So Sunday afternoon, Nanny (my dad’s mom) and I dashed to David’s Bridal to check out this new New One.

David’s was packed. No one could help us but the front greeter girl (who, as it turned out, rather wanted to be an assistant, but was only part time and couldn’t be.) Needless to say, I probably made her day and her commission.

Of course, initially she told me I couldn’t try on the dresses at all because policies required that there be an assistant. She didn’t seem to grasp our urgency, so I told her that this was dress life or death; we’d either buy a dress from them or not, and this would seal the deal. (Besides, I Do’s dresses are 10 times more expensive and they let me put them on myself, so I was almost insulted at this point.) So she talked to the manager and they obliged. With the greeter girl’s help, I was shoved in the Poser One dress and quickly decided that it definitely wasn’t it. And as I stood there in the store, I found myself gazing longingly at the rack that I knew held The One, hanging there sad but  proud. I remembered the flowing layers of soft ivory taffeta, the dainty flower and sparkling old fashioned appliqués on the hip; how it looked like every 50’s Prom Dress Princess I could have ever wanted to dress up as a little girl. And I decided I needed to try it on again. The greeter girl said “Of course!” this time and when she brought it out,  my heart lit up. We meet again, dress, I thought. The dress at I Do was lovely, but it wasn’t uniquely beautiful like you. And it forgave me, because even 3 sizes too small, I could tell that this was still The One. And it wasn’t “too much” for the park. It wasn’t $1,000. It was the one that made my mom cry. It was perfect. 
And with a flash of 12 months no interest financing, I bought it, and a size smaller than I am right now, against everyone in the store’s wishes. Come September, I’ll need to be about 3-4 inches smaller, which isn’t horribly difficult considering the incentive. I can do it because I’m worth it, the wedding is worth it and The One is worth it.

And so concludes Operation Dress Hunt!
Next up: Operation Lose Some Friggin’ Weight. Oh joy…
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A Sadly Shrinking Guest List
My guest list is shrinking, and it’s not our fault. I don’t know if this is a typical situation, but this year, every few weeks, someone I know dies. First it was my grandpa. Then my aunt. Monday, it was my Grandma Diana’s brother-in-law, who I called Uncle Jack. So I issue this formal plea: Please stop dying, People I Love. You’re messing all my plans up. kthx.

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On that subject, cake tasting was going to be tomorrow and Sunday. We were going to Cake Affairs and W.O.W Cakes, but the thing is, Grandma Diana is buying our cake and we don’t want to go without her. This has been a hard year for her, so I know it’d be something she’d love to be a part of, but I can’t bear to ask her if she’d still want to go tomorrow with the funeral of one of her oldest friends still so fresh. So I called W.O.W, which was simple enough to change, but Cake Affairs is tiny and it took 3 weeks to even get the appointment we have now. For the time being, we’ll just cancel and hold position until we know for sure; meanwhile I reiterate my previous statement about people I love dying…sigh.

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Other Updates:

Dan’s Mom and Grandma really really like me! I wish like anything they didn’t live 5 hours away, because I totally heart them too…

My red and cream lanterns came in! Yay!

We’re thinking about changing from poppies to reddish orange cabbage roses since poppies are nearly impossible to get. Thoughts?

The invitations are getting closer

My Magic Mouse came in, which is neither here nor there, but wowzers is it nice….

And that’s all for now! Thanks for hanging with me!

The Dress
I have someone to make my dress! Yay! I’m aiming for something similar in shape to the little one in the middle with a bodice and moss green ribbon like the old one. I have till July 1st to find a pattern that she can use, and while I’m hoping for an old pattern, a new one would be so much easier. To say I’m excited to get started is an understatement…do you suppose you can make a wedding dress in 4 months? (Also, those green shoes don’t actually exist. It is a tragedy.)

$600 Betty Crocker Sugar Flowers.
The idea that one can spend $635 on consumable cake that is usually so dry and, well, unconsummable, that you don’t want to eat another piece is the most absurd thing I’ve ever heard. Honestly, I’m surprised more brides don’t get rugburns when their husbands cram the stuff in their face.

…Which takes us to Cake Affairs. I have never heard of the place, but I went to a wedding in January and the cake was so good, I actually continued to consume this cake, even to the point of standing in line to get another piece with cousins and aunts that I’d prefer to only see on major holidays. It is expensive, but this is something I want you to eat. This is something I want to eat. Also, they’re just gorgeous! My grandma has agreed to take care of the cake, but do I really want to break her bank or just get something pretty and passable? It is a dilemma, to be sure.

Premarital Counseling in the Facebook Age.
We found out last night that my church’s idea of premarital counseling involves taking a paid online compatibility test and talking a little bit with the pastor on some Saturday. This is both a great relief and somewhat inadequate. This is our future we’re talking about…I was hoping for something more in depth that might go beyond taking a Chemistry.com Newlywed match game. But oh well. It’s non-invasive. That works for me.
 
Wedding video=Vacation Video.  
I went to house church last night and the leader’s wife, who is my age, asked us if anyone wanted to watch her wedding video from January (yeah, the cake wedding.) We all thought about this and it occurred to me that most people who have to sit through your wedding once will not want to do it again, no matter how pretty it is. It’s on par with someone’s nice vacation footage, essentially. That being said, who the heck do I know that does videography for cheap?

Relationship Issues
I had a long post planned about our relationship issues, but I’ve decided not to bore you terribly with the details. Let’s just say the past weekend was a mess. I was crying every 4 minutes, Dan was distant and I thought the whole thing was falling apart at the seams. Last night, we had a couch session and Dan finally told me his reason for being distant, and while it sounds a bit farfetched, it was rather sweet and I feel good about all of this again. Which is good. Because this is a wedding blog that ultimately requires a wedding at the end.

In conclusion, I’d just like to state that men are impossible enigmas and I’m marrying the worst one ever. Oh, my silly blonde milkman-not-milkman.