Dress Love...

Alright well if you've been following the saga (here and here) that has been my dress hunting. You have probably realized that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing or what in the world I want. However that has all changed. I have found my dress...it's gorgeous, it's sleek and sophisticated, it's fitted but still allows me to move. In a word, it's PERFECT! I can hear the choir of angels singing the hallelujah chorus

Sometimes you just have to shake your head...

Some days you get an email message that just makes you shake your head and ask "Why?" well, today I got one such message. I opened my email and found a message from projectwedding.com titled "Do you Hate your Engagement Ring?"

Now, I'll admit I was a little intriqued...someone please tell me what I should do if I hate my engagement ring. What should I tell the person who spent a large chunk of money on something that he thought would be perfect for me? Something that he lovingly thought about and picked out for me to wear as a sign of his love and devotion and desire to spend the rest of his life with me. Oh please Project Wedding, help me out of my dilema! Ok, so maybe I'm being just a tinge over dramatic here. But I did click over to the article, more out of morbid curiosity then any genuine interest. And I'll admit, some of the "common complaints" actually make a little bit of sense. I mean, what should you do if he presents you with a family heirloom piece that is really not your style? Click over to Project Wedding to find out.

If you hated your engagement ring would you tell him? Or would you just suck it up and say that it may not be your style but he put lots of thought into this and wear it anyway?

The Wedding Dress Shopping that Almost Wasn't

This is the story of my latest adventure into wedding dress shopping or, as I like to call it..."Help Fishie Buy a Dress so she Doesn't Walk Down The Aisle Naked-extravaganza" the poor consultants at the dress shops never knew what they were in for when they agreed to take my appointment. Unfortunately, this fun adventure almost never happened. Between work schedules, school schedules, and health issues it was down to the wire and people started backing out left and right. As any good fishie would, I was understanding and told everyone it was fine that it was OK that they were backing out on me. Inside was a different story, I was starting to get frustrated and throwing a temper tantrum that would make a 3 year old jealous. It was enough to make even the most even tempered, laid back bride loose it. My party went from having over 8 people a week earlier to now it was down to me, MOH Fishie, and FMIL Fishie. Which, although fun, wasn't what I was expecting. So what's a frustrated, angry, fishie to do? Call in reinforcements of course!

Bridal University?

OK so I realize I'm being a hypocritical fishie here since the main tag line for why I want all the fabulous readers I get is that there's "no college course on the “Art of Wedding Planning”" so read about me bumbling my way through this without trying to loose my mind. And now, I'm writing a post called "Bridal University" y'all must think I've officially lost it-all those nummy fried foods have finally fried my brain. But I beg you, hear me out before you write me off as coo-coo for cocoa puffs.

Technology...Fail (UPDATE!!!)

So if you remember a few days ago I lemented my misfortune over the untimely death of my external hard drive. Well, ladies and gentlemen I stand before you today a much happier fishie.