Weddings, Weddings, Weddings

I am truly happy for all my many friends who are engaged and planning their weddings, and the list is continually growing...

Tati & Chico: March 17, 2007
Becca & Rodney: June 9, 2007
Ann-Marie & David: June 9, 2007
Scott & Shelby: June 15, 2007
Maria & Brian: July 28, 2007


I am also kind of in awe of all that goes into these weddings. It is daunting. Even the small part I play in these events is apparently too much to handle, as is evidenced by a full-fledged NIGHTMARE I had about bridesmaid's dresses last Tuesday night. Let me set the stage:

Late last week Becca sent me a photo of the dress I will wear when I stand up for her in June. It is a beautiful dress, though not necessarily the style I would choose to wear myself. As most women, I will admit there are certain things about my appearance that I would like to change. I fear that this dress (or any dress, really) will emphasize all those things, and apparently it frightens me more than I realized.

Monday night was a night of little sleep, so by the time I got to the end of youth group on Tuesday night and was back at my aunt and uncle's house in Kenosha at 11:00 pm, I was sure I would fall right to a deep sleep. Unfortunately, this was not to be so. I quickly fell asleep and into the following dream:

It was 5 years ago, and my older sister, Julia, was preparing for her wedding. [In real life, this wedding was very un-stressful for me, except for how the timing coincided with my move to college for the first time. My sister is an EXCELLENT planner, and has pretty simple and classic taste.] In the dream, Julia refused to let me see the dress I would wear in her wedding until it was time to put it on for the ceremony. I arrived at the dressing room, which looked strangely like the shower house at Covenant Cedars Bible Camp (i.e. lots of cement and not-quite-ever-clean showers). It was filled with model-looking women wearing TINY bright powder blue babydoll dresses made entirely of lace with no lining. Yes, see-through lace. And by tiny, I mean, as little material as humanly possible to reach down only to my hips - and I'm a short girl! Underneath said lace dresses each of these tanned, thin, blonde, gorgeous women were wearing bright pink underwear sets. As if the dress itself were not frightening enough, I got into a yelling match with my sister that involved me refusing to wear the dress and her reply that I could just not be in her wedding!

I woke up with very abruptly, shocked to see that it was barely an hour after I had gone to bed. As I laid there, coming to the conclusion that it had only been a dream, I just started to chuckle. Now, the dream is rather hilarious to me. And I rest assured that no wedding I will be asked to participate in will require me to wear a dress of powder blue lace (hint, hint to all future brides)

(I did try to find a picture online of the dress from my dream, but everything that came close enough was just too obscene to post... check out Frederick's of Hollywood to get pretty close to the nightmare dress.)