Monday, June 7, 2010
The Professional Photos Part 1
I'm waking up to a beautiful June morning readers. The coffee is spectacular, I can hear the mourning doves and hear the wind in the trees (some rare moments in loud Brooklyn). The heat finally broke and it feels like a summertime from my youth (oh, I'm getting 19th century!) So I'll share it with you. I've been having trouble sleeping since there is so much up in the air right now, but more about that in a post down the road. (In my head, I just pictured a dusty old road lined with green grass where if I squint hard enough, I see a post down the road! Will there be answers at this post? Will it give me some clues as to what to do next? Jane Eyre sees a post, takes a chance and follows one of the signs and it leads her to a long lost family.) Way off topic.
Let's start the day with a healthy breakfast - as our adorable nephew Nicolas would suggest we start the day with lots of nutritious food! He's so cute! This was my breakfast -well brunch by the time I was eating it- I think I had some pineapple slices and some grapes to go with my chai tea. I was pretty nervous and when someone is straightening your hair (the rats nest of tangles that I have) it's kind of hard to eat. But I managed to get some food down between winces of pain and waves of butterflies.
Poor Timmy. He's lucky he didn't see me before the wedding or he may have had second thoughts. I've added some of these photos of the prep for all the ladies in my life that didn't get to participate in the getting ready part. I half imagined that my own mother wanted a prep something like My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Sorry mom.
My stylist Liz suggested that I go with false eyelashes. So they are being applied here. Sorry Liz, I don't think I'll ever wear them again. I'm a picker - as in if something isn't supposed to be on my body, I have a tendency to pick it off. It was really hard not to just pluck the eyelashes off... and then when they did start falling off, I thought I was infected with the zombie bug and imagined that limbs would start falling off and eyes would start falling out and I would ooze green. Eek.
The finishing touches. I'm not really sure why I have this weird chunk of hair sticking out. It's like a fish hook. Is that symbolic? Since I didn't see myself until dinner, I didn't even realize it was there. Maybe it adds sass?
And the obligatory putting on the dress. As you can see, there is this whole strapping in mechanism on the inside of the dress. Like an uber mega bra on the inside of the bodice. No, I love corsets as much as the next 19th century woman, and I'm thankful that it kept my dress up all day and into the night, but when you interfere with my dinner - as in I couldn't finish my dinner because it was not letting the belly grow, well, then I have a problem. Or maybe I was just too tired and happy to eat. Nope, I eat at Thanksgiving after cooking and entertaining. Oh well. At least it was pretty.
More tomorrow or later in the week. Next step - walking. I do hope you are waiting on the edge of your seats readers, for the next installment of photos and comments.