I haven't had wedding anxiety dreams in months. I took that to mean that we were pretty on top of things. Well, last night I had a ridiculous series of dreams that blew all of that confidence out of the water.
Last night, I dreamed that our wedding was tomorrow and I took the dress out of the bag. It was the wrong dress, wasn't altered, and looked awful on me. Someone had used a sharpie to color the train (which was made out of feathers) black (?!)
We had none of the decorations done, it was raining, I didn't have any of my accessories, and not all the invitations had been sent.
Chris had all of his stuff done, and was all dressed and ready to go... except that it was my first boyfriend. I woke up panicked!
I think this means I need to make some stuff happen this week... Whew. That was crazy!
This Texas Fete has all the Anthropologie Vibes.
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