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I am currently beseeching the heavens to make Anthropologie put this dress on sale.
Reasons I want this dress:
A) I need something to wear to wedding showers and my rehearsal dinner.
B) It has airplanes on it.
C) It’s damn cute.
D) IT HAS AIRPLANES ON IT!
Now accepting donations for Catie’s Dream Dress Fund 2010.
The budget that I am working with for my wedding is prompting me to be … creative. As such, we’re simplifying a lot. One of the first items to go was wedding favors; I’ve been told that no one will miss them and that made them an easy cut.
If I were going to give favors, however, I think I would definitely lean towards something like the gifts featured on Design*Sponge this morning. I could get excited about jars of honey, canisters of loose leaf tea and antique spoons!
I’m beginning to feel as if I’ve lost the gift of being alone. In thinking over the past months and weeks, I’ve realized that I have spent next to no time intentionally by myself. This is a big change for me–in high school, college and for a couple of years thereafter, I took myself on “dates” all the time. I went to the symphony, to coffee shops with a book in hand, to wine bars, to movies, to lectures, to the park … all sorts of places, just to be alone. I also stayed in quite a lot, with a movie or a journal and a pot of tea … anything that gave me space to be comfortable, creative, and alone. These days I’m either with Braden or a friend–usually one who is also a neighbor. I entertain every weekend. And I usually have something planned for every evening other than curling up with a book.
I think that means two things: 1. that I am finally with people who I am so comfortable around that my need for time away from them is less than it would be otherwise. 2. That I am not in touch with myself. With all the hoopla surrounding my engagement and my dad’s illness and people moving, dying, having babies, I haven’t stopped to catch my breath, much less think about what’s inside my own head.
Hmm. These kinds of revelations are no good when you’re looking at a fully-booked week, with birthdays, premarital counseling sessions and a need to reconnect with your fiance before you kill each other.
