My future mother-in-law threw me a bridal shower this past weekend. It was the first official wedding event leading up to the big day, and it was a bit surreal.
I wore white like a cliche, and my skin tone nearly matched the dress. I fail at self-tanner so I’m just going to rock the pale look for the rest of forever. It’s better than orange streaks.
I was honestly very nervous about the shower. I’m very socially awkward when I’m the center of attention. But it was beautiful and so sweet of Tom’s mom to put it together.
I wasn’t planning to wear a veil during the ceremony, but this random piece of tulle didn’t look terrible, no?
I really need to lock it up and decide some of these things sooner or later. My outfit and accessories are the least finalized items on the agenda, which makes no sense. You’d think I’d be excited to dress up, but I really don’t know how to make it all come together.
Oh well, as long as I don’t find myself walking down the isle naked (which I’ve already dreamed about once), it’ll all be fine. And hell, even if that does happen, at least it would be a memorable event.
Most of my friends/bridesmaids are going to the shower my SIL is throwing in Oklahoma, but some of my favorites still made it out.
Love this girl! Love.
My friend Unmani (who is also engaged and whose wedding I’m almost if not more excited about attending than my own), my future SIL (and one of the bridesmaids) and another one of my DC friends made it as well.
They made sure I was as minimally awkward as possible. (Which is still really awkward, but an improvement nonetheless.) I owe them my life and many cocktails.
A delicious lunch, a few games (none of which involved me wearing a toilet paper wedding dress) and bunch of wonderful gifts later… this.
There are so many things to say here, but I’m not going to say any of them.
So I survived my first wedding event without saying anything too terribly stupid and had a great little weekend. I may be getting the hang of this bride thing.