Wedding nerves
Well, I have been facial'd and waxed and nailed. But not in the best sense of the word.
I strenously persuaded the beautician that I really genuinely wanted them shorter, no really, having my actual fingertips be the first thing that touches a surface is a Good Thing, and nails that take this away from me are a form of sensory deprivation. So she filed them shorter, and within 2 hours of getting home I have lacerated my face with them. I feel like Edward Scissorhands.
ellistar assures me that it is merely a flesh wound, gonna be healed by tomorrow, and anyway makeup will cover it no problem. But there is no getting away from it; I am short one inch of skin on my chin that I definitely had earlier.
Most of the packing is done, we leave at 11.30 tomorrow to meet Emsie at the church, drop off my dress, cakes, and all kinds of other wedding frippery. Then it's off to Holmes Chapel for ellistar to stay with paulbenwell together with best man Andy. Em & I are staying in an hotel in Stoke for the night before she hoys me off to the beautician again at 9am Saturday for the last round of feminine frolics.
I'm nervous. Not about marrying ellistar; in truth we've been married for 8 years already, this is just the formal bit. I'm nervous about being all girl and centre of attention. I'm nervous about having 70 people travel from all over the country for no better reason than to watch us recite vows. I'm afraid that our little wedding and simple refreshments won't merit the time and effort they will all have put in. I'm humbled that so many friends want to attend despite its simplicity.
I'm crying typing this and don't properly understand why.
Any gentlemen coming should make sure they have a hankie in their pocket. It's quite possible that I'm going to be a little watering pot on Saturday.
I strenously persuaded the beautician that I really genuinely wanted them shorter, no really, having my actual fingertips be the first thing that touches a surface is a Good Thing, and nails that take this away from me are a form of sensory deprivation. So she filed them shorter, and within 2 hours of getting home I have lacerated my face with them. I feel like Edward Scissorhands.
ellistar assures me that it is merely a flesh wound, gonna be healed by tomorrow, and anyway makeup will cover it no problem. But there is no getting away from it; I am short one inch of skin on my chin that I definitely had earlier.
Most of the packing is done, we leave at 11.30 tomorrow to meet Emsie at the church, drop off my dress, cakes, and all kinds of other wedding frippery. Then it's off to Holmes Chapel for ellistar to stay with paulbenwell together with best man Andy. Em & I are staying in an hotel in Stoke for the night before she hoys me off to the beautician again at 9am Saturday for the last round of feminine frolics.
I'm nervous. Not about marrying ellistar; in truth we've been married for 8 years already, this is just the formal bit. I'm nervous about being all girl and centre of attention. I'm nervous about having 70 people travel from all over the country for no better reason than to watch us recite vows. I'm afraid that our little wedding and simple refreshments won't merit the time and effort they will all have put in. I'm humbled that so many friends want to attend despite its simplicity.
I'm crying typing this and don't properly understand why.
Any gentlemen coming should make sure they have a hankie in their pocket. It's quite possible that I'm going to be a little watering pot on Saturday.