One hundred thirty seven days…

One hundred thirty seven days until our wedding.  The number keeps getting smaller, quickly it seems.  Especially when it started out at six months and now it is only four and a half.  I have a feeling I am going to develop a nervous condition over the wedding.  Ever since Claire, (my moh)  asked me if I was going to get a manicure and pedicure.  I don’t know why, but that in addition to my stupid hair, I realized how much pressure a woman is under.

I don’t have much money so I am doing my own hair and makeup.  I’m satisfied with my makeup skills so far, but I’m having trouble with my hair.  It’s straight and fine and for most of it’s life it just hangs there.  Makes me wish at some point in my life I had been something other than a tomboy.  I am clueless.

When Claire mentioned my nails I wondered why I couldn’t do that myself.  The conclusion I came to is that everything is supposed to be perfect.  I’m 49 years old and I am supposed to suddenly know how to transform myself into a vision.  Ha!

It got me thinking though.  John’s nephew is getting married in June to a woman named Joanna.  They are having a huge wedding with all the pre-parties that go with that.  John and I went to the wedding shower in Massachusetts last weekend.  It was small, really only for the people that wouldn’t be making it to the wedding in Colorado.  Most of the family will be, but not John and I.

Joanna is very pretty and was wearing a beautiful polka dot dress.  She carries herself as though she can handle going to all of those parties, looking beautiful for all of them.  I imagine she can handle being the center of attention with a few hundred people, all while being the most beautiful woman in the room.  I’m glad it’s her and not me.  Don’t get me wrong, I am exceedingly happy for Chris and Joanna.  Just glad it’s not me.

I on the other hand am having six people attend my wedding and I’m still nervous about my stupid fingernails.  I guess it’s all the same really.  Big wedding, small wedding, you still want to feel like a princess.  I am sure if Joanna did what I do for a living she would be worried about her fingernails as well.

So yes, 137 days to get my hair under control.  I’ve been watching you tube videos.  I had found videos that helped me figure out the makeup.  Now I have watched quite a few hair videos.  I will let you all know how it goes.