My goodness.
I've been wanting to write this journal entry for a couple of days now. I've opened up the screen and gave my entry a title, and I just couldn't type! So many things!
Last week, I've been very very busy. I went to work at 4am on most days, then I got home at around 12 and prepared myself to do one thing: make things pretty. For a whole week it was then work, then wedding, work, wedding... On thursday night before I went to bed, I was running around the house like some sort of tearful crazy woman on a rampage to get everything together to make the day of two wonderful friends the prettiest I possibly could. I was so unbelievably anxious cos I wanted to do it right, the way they wanted it, for the price that they wanted. Sic months of planning and dreaming in pink all amounted to this moment! I was sooo very worked up on that thursday night, my mum rang me at work the next day (at around 8 - I went to work at 4) just to see if I was okay. I spent the entire day after work (finished at 11, at whitworth hall by 11:30) running to and fro making sure everything looked just so. There was sooo much to do, and so many people came to help. I was overwhelmed with gratefullness that I couldn't really look anyone in the eye to say thank you. Then I got really tired. Drapes, flowers, vines, backdrop, top table, reserved labels, place cards. It didn't get finished!! I couldn't believe it. It looked pretty! So pretty! Apart from one bit! The backdrop!!! But we had to go. I wasn't completely pretty. :(
At 5am the next day, I woke up refreshed and ready. My sister looked pretty. Then my sister made me look pretty, I put my nice blue dress on, slipped on my ridiculous heels and then we zoomed off to Lisa's house. Everyone looked so happy/excitable. And so very very pretty. When the lads came, and I saw them, I was swept off my feet! Haha. They looked awesome. I didn't feel as awesome. Stood next to the rest of the girls, I felt sorta average. They all looked so nice! It was game time then, which was brilliant. But a bit cold. The bride was won over eventually, and she looked amazing when she finally got downstairs. We stood around briefly but then we were whisked off to Whitworth hall. I wondered and panicked momentarily if all the decorations had fallen down, but when I got there and everything was alright, I was relieved. But for some reason, and rightly pointed out by one of the other decorators, the amount of work put in to decorating the hall really didn't seem to have made that much difference. Sigh. In a flurry, a fanfare, and a very amusing message from Pastor Ken, Lisa and Andy became Mr and Mrs Lee. Then the fun began. So much food! So many people! So sore feet!! I don't understand how people can wear heels every single day! They are designed to torture, surely!! As we took the wedding pictures, I couldn't help but wonder if I had somehow wiped all the makeup off my face, and ruined the beautiful dress that my mum made me during the course of the day. My feet were painful, I was shattered, and I definately didn't feel pretty at all. But it was sunny. And as the sun bounced off the happy couple, and my wonderful beautiful friends, I was just happy to stand and smile as I felt God smiling and shining down on us. At the beautiful marriage. Who cares if I look pretty or not! Haha. God loves me so very much, and my friends and family love me so very much. If I don't look pretty, it doesn't matter! :) If everything doesn't go perfectly, then so what? God loves me just the way I am! He loves the completely unmake-uped, clumsy, silly girl that I am. What else do I need?
As we spent the whole of monday eating our own weight in food, I couldn't help but wonder when it would be my turn to give my silly single life up to another silly single person. I wonder if I would be as estatically happy as Andy and Lisa. Even if I could even have a fraction of their joy, I would be happy enough. I would be happy enough.
It's over now, and I'm exhausted. I have been for 2 days. Time to live my normal life. Whooooosh.
"and magically, she was gone..."
Last week, I've been very very busy. I went to work at 4am on most days, then I got home at around 12 and prepared myself to do one thing: make things pretty. For a whole week it was then work, then wedding, work, wedding... On thursday night before I went to bed, I was running around the house like some sort of tearful crazy woman on a rampage to get everything together to make the day of two wonderful friends the prettiest I possibly could. I was so unbelievably anxious cos I wanted to do it right, the way they wanted it, for the price that they wanted. Sic months of planning and dreaming in pink all amounted to this moment! I was sooo very worked up on that thursday night, my mum rang me at work the next day (at around 8 - I went to work at 4) just to see if I was okay. I spent the entire day after work (finished at 11, at whitworth hall by 11:30) running to and fro making sure everything looked just so. There was sooo much to do, and so many people came to help. I was overwhelmed with gratefullness that I couldn't really look anyone in the eye to say thank you. Then I got really tired. Drapes, flowers, vines, backdrop, top table, reserved labels, place cards. It didn't get finished!! I couldn't believe it. It looked pretty! So pretty! Apart from one bit! The backdrop!!! But we had to go. I wasn't completely pretty. :(
At 5am the next day, I woke up refreshed and ready. My sister looked pretty. Then my sister made me look pretty, I put my nice blue dress on, slipped on my ridiculous heels and then we zoomed off to Lisa's house. Everyone looked so happy/excitable. And so very very pretty. When the lads came, and I saw them, I was swept off my feet! Haha. They looked awesome. I didn't feel as awesome. Stood next to the rest of the girls, I felt sorta average. They all looked so nice! It was game time then, which was brilliant. But a bit cold. The bride was won over eventually, and she looked amazing when she finally got downstairs. We stood around briefly but then we were whisked off to Whitworth hall. I wondered and panicked momentarily if all the decorations had fallen down, but when I got there and everything was alright, I was relieved. But for some reason, and rightly pointed out by one of the other decorators, the amount of work put in to decorating the hall really didn't seem to have made that much difference. Sigh. In a flurry, a fanfare, and a very amusing message from Pastor Ken, Lisa and Andy became Mr and Mrs Lee. Then the fun began. So much food! So many people! So sore feet!! I don't understand how people can wear heels every single day! They are designed to torture, surely!! As we took the wedding pictures, I couldn't help but wonder if I had somehow wiped all the makeup off my face, and ruined the beautiful dress that my mum made me during the course of the day. My feet were painful, I was shattered, and I definately didn't feel pretty at all. But it was sunny. And as the sun bounced off the happy couple, and my wonderful beautiful friends, I was just happy to stand and smile as I felt God smiling and shining down on us. At the beautiful marriage. Who cares if I look pretty or not! Haha. God loves me so very much, and my friends and family love me so very much. If I don't look pretty, it doesn't matter! :) If everything doesn't go perfectly, then so what? God loves me just the way I am! He loves the completely unmake-uped, clumsy, silly girl that I am. What else do I need?
As we spent the whole of monday eating our own weight in food, I couldn't help but wonder when it would be my turn to give my silly single life up to another silly single person. I wonder if I would be as estatically happy as Andy and Lisa. Even if I could even have a fraction of their joy, I would be happy enough. I would be happy enough.
It's over now, and I'm exhausted. I have been for 2 days. Time to live my normal life. Whooooosh.
"and magically, she was gone..."