Tomorrow I have dress fitting #2 with Fred the Tailor. I'm a little nervous. For one, apparently I have given up on dieting. For two, Fred the Tailor will have cut an inch and a half off the bottom of my dress, and I'm hoping he did a good job. I'll be wearing very high heels, of course, but still they were not high enough. Fred was insistent -- the dress would need to be cut. I imagine this is how new mothers feel when getting their sons circumcised (or maybe they don't feel like this at all). In any case, I am guilty and worried. I'm beginning to wonder why I didn't buy extreme platform shoes at a specialty shop, just to spare my dress the agony and risk of mutilation.Adam will be getting his suit altered tomorrow too, and yet somehow I don't think he's so worried about what Fred will do to his inseam. Hm.
It is a red letter day in wedding land for us though:
- Adam's wedding ring arrived, it's just the one he wanted, and it fits;
- Adam's wedding morning cuff links arrived and they're perfect (not spilling details here, since their design is supposed to be a surprise for him);
- Adam confirmed with our DJ, so at least the music portion of the party is on;
- Adam finally got a hold of the calligrapher and ordered our Quaker-style wedding certificate;
- I put together a good workable draft of our seating chart; and,
- We got to discuss our ceremony with Parker, our friend and officiant.
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