What I vehemently denied would happen, what I guarded against at all costs, what I rolled my eyes at when I saw it in others -- has finally happened, I've seen it in myself. Our impending nuptials are slowly taking over daily activities. Creeping their way into my daily work, distracting me while writing, veering me way, way off track when it comes to getting anything else done. Families won't stay where they're meant to stay. Florists won't deliver for a reasonable fee. And the cake people have ruined my concept of cake forever. At this point, I'd rather make cupcakes myself, do the flowers on my own and say goodbye to the lot of them. Sadly, this will only distract me further.
Worse still - I triple dog promised myself that I would never, NEVER, talk about wedding prep on a "lit blog" - but then the book Altared came out and it has some excellent writers in it and so, what the hell. This is the reality. This is me at this bizarre point in time. I've got bridal vertigo. Or something similar. This is, I believe, why people elope.
But - I do see light at the end of the tulle-filled tunnel (there won't really be any tulle, who do you think I am?) and normalcy should return here sometime next week. We're off to wine-tasting (just what every "will my dress fit me" bride should be doing, eh?) for a long weekend starting Friday. I'll be posting a bit up until then and will leave you with the yummy re-created Ondaatje post to enjoy over the weekend.
Perhaps we'll just call this wine-tasting weekend "eloping" and get on with it...
