Another productive weekend
Of course, with the wedding as close as it is, and my weekdays pretty much a write-off for anything other than work, my weekends have to be productive. Anyway. Started Saturday with the last choir rehearsal of the season, which was good. I think I might really get to sing second soprano next season, which is bloody awesome. I still think I need to find some good solo piece for the next opportunity, in which I can prove that I'm perfectly capable of singing as high as I bloody well want to. Although second is still where I'm comfiest. :)
Anyway, after that, I went shopping. Got a new purse, and go some undergarments for my wedding dress. Got myself measured, and discovered that, like 90% of women or something, I've been wearing the wrong size bra. Which is actually just as well, though, since the size I was wearing was kind of hard to find. But anyway.
After that, I dropped in on Rose and her massage students, who were doing supervised practice. Translation: free massage. 4 of them. For which *I* got profusely thanked. No really, peeps. Thank *you*. Then I went home and probably undid much of the work they'd done on me by going for a wee bike ride. No falls, this time, and I have successfully ridden around a block several times. Still not really road-ready, but I'm definitely making progress.
Sunday I decided I didn't feel like going grocery shopping, but I did get my beading done for my dress, and went to my parents' to have the lining fitted. Turns out that, aside from my unusually broad back, everything fits perfectly. So now Mom gets to cut out the fabric for the outer dress. It's all very exciting.
Anyway, after that, I went shopping. Got a new purse, and go some undergarments for my wedding dress. Got myself measured, and discovered that, like 90% of women or something, I've been wearing the wrong size bra. Which is actually just as well, though, since the size I was wearing was kind of hard to find. But anyway.
After that, I dropped in on Rose and her massage students, who were doing supervised practice. Translation: free massage. 4 of them. For which *I* got profusely thanked. No really, peeps. Thank *you*. Then I went home and probably undid much of the work they'd done on me by going for a wee bike ride. No falls, this time, and I have successfully ridden around a block several times. Still not really road-ready, but I'm definitely making progress.
Sunday I decided I didn't feel like going grocery shopping, but I did get my beading done for my dress, and went to my parents' to have the lining fitted. Turns out that, aside from my unusually broad back, everything fits perfectly. So now Mom gets to cut out the fabric for the outer dress. It's all very exciting.