The Return of the Author

I realize that it has been close to more than four to five months since I last wrote here. I got busy. What that means is that I got married, started a business, and now it’s time to write on this blog from the perspective of a new business owner besides the random musings that otherwise occupy this piece of Internet turf.

My thought processes and feelings are not quite the same as the person last writing the pretty though starry-eyed posts before. I love my husband, and we are getting used to being married. It’s still new for us, and last Sunday someone asked how the newlyweds were doing, so it’s still new for everyone else, too.

The wedding was good, though the prep for it still makes me shudder. A miniature rant on the processes of finding and buying dresses would not be enough to make my ego deflate on the topic. Suffice it to say, I am not like other women on the planet… or maybe I am. Sleeveless dresses are NOT an option for me. It’s not a case of weight. It’s a case of personal preference and religious observation. David’s Bridal is the Kmart of bridal collections.  But not when it comes to inexpensive. More like, they’re all cookie cutter, sleeveless numbers where the only difference between them is the designer and the skirt style, basically. Can you tell I went there to get a gauge of the scene and kept on going? Yep!


Had I been able to scream this any louder than capital letters, you would hear it from bull-horns filling Cowboy Stadium in a sold-out crowd. One should not have to wait until winter time to find a dress that comes with sleeves attached.

Why do I need a jacket for a wedding dress? I want my dress to fit me, and I have enough chest that having sleeves built into the dress makes a gigantic different about how the rest of the dress will lay, how to get in and out of the dress, and whether there will be a slip underneath, etc. Instead of waiting for the dress to buy the shoes, buy whatever shoes you like and then take them with you to the fitting. Little things like this come into play when dealing with bridal retailers. It feels a little like buying a computer or a car, and is a similar process.

In the end, there were no options in my state, and so when I flew out to meet his family, I had one weekend to find a modest dress. It happened by the skin of teeth metaphor.

Sorry, Chicago, but you were LACKING in this department. My dress was soft white, called ivory, and my veil worked out by the grace of the Almighty. It was one densely-embroidered piece of fabric held on my head by a tiara picked up by a very kind friend who let me borrow her shoes.

When getting married, remove all notions that any decision is strictly yours. Unless you take five years to get married (seriously? Is the wedding then for you and your family or a town meeting?), then get it over and done with. Your family will do its own thing, his family will be angelic, and in the end, it works out similar to the end of Spaceballs. The short-short version: Do you? (Yes.) Do you? (Yes.) Good, You’re married. Kiss her.

The reality of the day was more like a pretty white and gold party. The people who could make it and were invited came. We had a luncheon, and then had our honeymoon. That worked out well. In returning to Chicago, the honeymoon continued. I admit that I wish that we could do a reception or open house, but somehow I think we’re past that and it won’t be happening. My family was crazy, his was patient, and we survived it.

I gave an “introduction to the couple” talk at Church, and as of August 8th, three trips on the El, and more than three hundred dollars later, I own a sole proprietorship and hope to be able to do good work.

As of now, many of the photos are on Facebook and we’ve settled in. Time to go to bed and work on business Monday.  Tomorrow is Church and the one day of the week I tend to knit/crochet/whatnot anymore. Hoping that life works out for the best with God en tow.



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