But enough about that. It has been relatively quiet here on the Southeastern front. I have started a new fitness regimen as I do every summer when I realize that being pale is like wearing white pants all the time, so unless I create an optical illusion around my body or use copious amounts of self-tanner, i should probably knock off a few pounds. This was only exacerbated when I tried on a dress for Sarah's wedding which made me look like a bloated Samantha Jones. Not the look I was going for. Since I feel this blog is often too wordy, here's a photo of the dress I chose in the end (that's my partner in crime, Alicia, on the left):
Unfortunately, you can't see the shoes. I love them. If I could display them at all times, I would. If I were ever on "Dress My Nest," they would be one of my "key items." That much is how much I love them. So much that I will give them their own photo:
The description: Classy heel with crystal accent When your goal is cute but classy, aim for the Nina Cameka. Its elegant profile is a perfect match for all your upcoming affairs. The crossover open toe features a stylish squared accent, dotted with crystals, and a mid-height heel is confident and graceful.I like to think of myself as classy with a crystal accent--a not-so-distant cousin to the other Russian and Eastern European ladies I battle with in the shoe aisle at DSW.
The wedding was wonderful and low-key and pretty (same to be said for the bride). I gave a speech and somehow made it a big shout-out about my hometown of Dearborn. I think I just need to step away from the microphone. I'm always so excited to say something profound and then I just get all gummed up and probably talk too fast, etc.
Probably because Sarah is one of my best friends who I have known longest--since junior high (imagine Freaks & Geeks twisted with Welcome to the Dollhouse and that was my junior high experience), through college, adulthood to now that I felt all choked up--like I was the mother of the bride or something. I swear, when I got to the Ritz (yes, Dearborn has one) to meet her to get ready before the wedding, I had more stuff than she did! I became bridezilla--demanding a cart from the bellhop for my 15 bags of everything from emergency food (I believe the only occasion that strawberries and champagne fall into this category), plus any other item I could think we might need (see: Altoids, Shout! Wipes, sewing kit, super glue, duct tape, etc.), saying things like "Be careful with that, I'm in a wedding!" Not to mention the day before when we were supposed to be helping her find shoes, etc. and Alicia and I both managed to make the day "about us," getting makeovers at Sephora, finding shoes for myself, etc. I started to feel like that character on SNL who always has to one-up people.
Example 1:
Sarah: I really need to find shoes for my WEDDING DAY which is TOMORROW.
Me: I need shoes too. I don't like the ones I brought. Hey, l'll be over at the sale rack.
Example 2:
Sarah: Do you think I need pearls?
Me: Maybe I should get a necklace. Do you think I need a necklace? Oh! Look at these earrings!
In the end, we got everything we needed, she made it down the aisle and looked beautiful doing so.
Check out her cake:
It was seriously the best tasting wedding cake I've ever had and so unique! I think it looked like something Thomas Jefferson would have had at Monticello. Of course, he would have taken credit for baking it and inventing the cake. It was beautiful.
Alright, I think those are all of my updates.
Has anyone been struck with so much boredom that they have watched "Tori & Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood"? Well, I will be the first to tell you that they are a very sweet couple--believable and zany--and if Tori Spelling lived here I would totally be her friend. That is what happens in Richmond in the summer--you turn on the AC and watch Oxygen! until your soul cries out. . .
