Ohmygod, Saturday's almost here. I miss all of you, so grabbing the last few minutes of quiet before the crazy begins. (No smartassery about it already being here, I know that.)
Realized last night that I had missed my hairdressing appt., because after I built the giant moon, I decided hats were needed. No moustaches on sticks. So I became a hot gluing millener. Hats all over the damned place.
So coloring my hair and drinking coffee and enjoying the happy quiet.
Minus a few pearls (later) daughter's dress is done, and sitting in a magical glow of clean and white, waiting.
Lace globes ready to go.
Chairs for lounge area upholstered, trimmed, and looking expectant.
120 feet of banners, (vintage lace, ribbon, and printed fabric graphics), packed up and ready to go.
Boxes of rented glasses all over the frikking world.
My new almost granddaughter flew in last night, and coming for her final fitting this afternoon. Have I mentioned I love her? (Just remembered I need to starch her petticoats today.)
100 wedding cake, dress, and entwined heart cookies baked, decorated, packaged, and at mom's, safe from my boy. He is 17, and not to be trusted with cookies.
Vintage handkerchief collection cleaned, pressed, tied with lace and ribbons and millenery flowers, to be sacrificed for tender hearted guests.
Vases, 3 window boxes, milk glass for the tables and antique bottles for the restrooms, waiting for flowers.
In two hours, driving to the dahlia farm. I love it there. It's like driving into munchkin land, with all these incredible giant flowers and exploding colors. The dahlia man is 90, and I love him, too. He's been saving back creams and peaches for me in a corner of the field. This morning, we cut. (I find farms very soothing. Memories of great Grandma, and walking through the quiet rows of growing things.)
Later, to the wholesale floral warehouse to pick up roses and roses and roses and spray roses and hydrangeas and dusty miller and seeded eucalyptus and I can't remember what else I ordered. Other things. It will be a surprise.
Tomorrow, florals. And whatever I have forgotten.
I am so effing excited it has transformed into a weird tranquil calm.