...is what I keep hearing. Does that mean "you're not getting any younger, better get it over with before you're too old?" Or maybe it's just that "dating" for four years at my age means I'm overdue to get married (which, again, makes it sound like I'm too damn old). In any case, we're finally going to get married down here in BFE sometime in June 2013. My poor mother would be rolling in her grave if she had one, knowing what this wedding was going to be like. Although I have to say, she would approve of my choice of husband.
Greg has secured the venue, our favorite Eastern Avenue bar (those of you who know Chillicothe know what that means, the rest of you can think Cheers meets Deliverance ), the Zane Tavern. We've ordained our officiant, Jamie, through the Universal Life Church (Greg wanted him to be a Pope, but they don't allow that title), and now I'm on the all-brides-go-through-it search for the perfect wedding dress at the local thrift stores (well they don't all search at the local thrift stores). I'd just as soon wear a t-shirt and jeans, but it would make Greg happy for me to wear a white dress (he's telling everybody he's snagged himself a virgin). I would love to find something vintage and swingy, and wish my mom were around to make it for me. I asked my daughter, Sarah, who inherited my mother's talents for designing clothes, but I think it would be unreasonable to hope that she would be able to squeeze me in what with having three small kids and going to school.
My idea of vintage
Greg's idea of vintage
Greg seems to be more into the planning than I am, maybe because I just don't like making a fuss and feel a bit silly to be having a wedding at my age. Anyway, I suppose I'll do this blogging thing for a while longer, because
I'm certain you're all dying to know all about my wedding plans, right?
Wait, is that crickets I hear instead of a resounding "Yes Sheri! We
hang on your every word!"