Coach was having a sale, purses 60% off. Which only takes them down to ‘expensive’ instead of ‘outlandishly expensive, I cannot afford’ and I broke down on a black tote. It was that or a beauteous pink one, but as I already bought a pink/orange/red purse which is amazing and was $40, more than I’ve paid for a purse in a long time. I figured this Coach bag I was about to shell out $90 on should be something sensible that will last many years, as I sure as hell am not buying another one. Not for a good long while, at any rate. Besides, my coral red/pink bag has gotten me a lot of compliments and it’s nothing brand-name special.
I’m still on my high from ‘Cactus-Con’ (what the kids call the Phoenix Comic-Con). I don’t ever want to come down.
Next up, my elder sister’s wedding!
I’ll be flying to Washington, DC for the second time in my life on Tuesday. I’m ecstatic to see my niece and my sisters and meet their new pets and I’ve only met my sister’s fiancé, Eric, once before in Japan. He’s awesome and they were ridiculously happy and I’ve not heard anything bad about him (aside from the time he foolishly cut pork chops in the direction of HIMSELF and stabbed HIMSELF in the stomach, then called my sister to tell her instead of GOING TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM—apparently he has a terrible sense of self-preservation). My twin and Eric’s sister-in-law are the other two in the wedding party and both are super-pregnant. My elder sister originally ordered some nice-looking grey dresses that looked like they could be easily adjusted for the ladies with the bellies, except when they arrived last week, they discovered they looked terrible and had boning, of all ridiculous shit. With only about a week and a half to the big day she’s ordered maternity bridesmaid dresses that, in my opinion, actually look better than the first set. Only problem is me, as I am not a maternity size 5. At all. So. I have a size 5 maternity dress I will have a day to tailor to a not-pregnant 0. BAM, costume experience coming into play. I will tailor the shit outta that dress. You guys do not even know—all Danielle cares about are these freaking dresses. She waited until last month to find a CATERER because all she can think about are the dresses. While I empathize, (who spent months working on a dress?) I can’t imagine freaking out as much as she has on a dress she’s not making. Somebody else does all the work, you come in to have it tailored, pick it up, and you’re done. Danielle has gone through 3 dresses; one with pockets my twin wisely talked her out of (IT WAS A WEDDING DRESS. WITH POCKETS. POCKETS!!!), one which was gawdawful hideous and according to my twin, made Danielle look ‘like a walking cardboard box.’ This last one the twin is relieved to say looks fantastic. Now I must unleash all the meager skills I have to not f-up her wedding photos.
Natalie will be the flower girl and was super-excited to have a new dress. The twin took her in to be fitted and when shown her dress, Natalie was distraught. There were no flowers on her dress!!! How was she supposed to be a flower girl if there weren’t flowers on her dress??!!
While I’m out there, it will also be Natalie’s birthday! I mailed out a box of presents (books, an enormous, soft stuffed turtle and an Olivia the Pig doll, plus stuff for the new baby boy on the way). You guys don’t even know how much I’m looking forward to taking Natalie out to the zoo and the park and being there for cake and candles and presents, then Danielle’s big day and our family just being together. I mean, we’re all messed up and yeah, Dad will probably drink too much booze and possibly say asshole things BUT I WILL NOT LET ANYTHING RUIN MY TRIP.
I have a nice elderly lady coming in to feed and water & while I’m out of town, as Joe from work won’t be able to. She came over and met the little girl yesterday and & seemed to really like her (yay!), rubbing against her legs and attacking her fingers. It’ll be nice not to worry about my baby while I’m out of town and nicer yet not to leave her at a lock-up.
I will now get back to doing what I meant to do, which was work on story. But srsly, it’s been awhile since things have come together so well for me. Maybe I’m finally getting the hang of this ‘life’ thing.