So last Saturday I got married. All the usual things went wrong: I broke out two days before the wedding (after more than a year with no pimples), the Mother-in-law was late to everything and pitched a fit because we didn’t play the songs she wanted to dance to, and my dress was slightly too long to dance in.
You have the most beautiful veil & gown, the most beautiful cake and the most beautiful bridesmaids’ gowns. Congratulations!
I love when brides wear their hair down. I don’t know who decided it was a rule to pinch the poor girls’ hair up into severe knots made of impossibly elaborate pincurls.
That makes me happy because the cake, hair and bridesmaids dresses are really the only things that I absolutely refused to let my mother plan. She took care of all the other details, which was actually really nice.
Congratulations! I especially like the picture of you taking time out from your big day to surf the Dope. Very appropriate. “Just checking a few threads, hon. Be right with you!”