And please - add your own vents!
I love her. I really do. But sometimes she makes it hard to love her.
She is overly concerned about my grey hair. Seriously. She's made comments to me in the past about how I should dye my hair for the wedding. This was actually my plan, but she didn't know that. I haven't dyed my hair in over 10 years. And honestly, the greys didn't bother me THAT much. But they're so noticeable since my hair is so dark, and I did want to get rid of them.
I had a hair appointment yesterday. FI must have told her. Now I'm getting 35 questions this morning about how my hair looks. "How's your hair? Did she do a good job? Are all the greys gone? Did she cut it too? Does FI like it? Are you going to get it dyed again before the wedding? Did she do your trial?"
I also had my first dress fitting this week. Now, FMIL was with me when I picked out the dress. She's seen it. She has 500 pictures of it on her phone. When the dress first came in in June, I went to the shop to see it and try it on again. Since I planned on losing more weight (and I did! Woo hoo!), they didn't want to do my first fitting until August. FMIL knows this. So literally, the dress looks EXACTLY the same as it did in June.
The questions. "How did the dress look? Did you try it on with your shoes? You still like it, right? How did it fit? It is still too long? Did you take any more pictures? Did they do the bustle yet? Was the shop crowded? You remember they're closed on the 25th and 26th, right? When is your next fitting?"
She's driving me bananas. I purposely don't share things with her so that she doesn't ask questions. But thanks to FI, some things slip through. I'm honestly a really private person and I hate being asked questions like this. Argh!