Accessorizing

So a few days before the wedding, my mother took me to get a manicure and pedicure. Of special note is the fact that my mom had never before had a pedicure and she didn't once break out in hysterical laughter from her feet being tickled incessantly. I was most impressed. AND! And she only nicked her nail polish once! That's practically a miracle. While my mother was white knuckling the arms of her lazy-boy recliner from trying so hard to not laugh or wriggle away from the tickle-monster, I was searching through all the available colors for a purple polish. Because when questioned, my fiance had expressed that he'd like it if my toenails were painted purple for the wedding. And I obliged, because I'm all kinds of sweet like that.

Witness:



Of special note: I wore these shoes until about an hour after this photo was taken. And then I went barefoot for the rest of my wedding because I'm ALL CLASS and also a big fat weenie when my shoes are incredibly uncomfortable.

Now that we've established that I could never have a real corporate office job since my feet are whiny whiny bastards, let's move on to the hair. When I dug this puppy out of my purse and handed it over to my ridiculously awesome hair dresser, she laughed and asked, "No really, what the hell am I supposed to do with this thing?" She thought I was totally kidding when I told her to put it in my hair, but being the miracle worker that she is, she obliged and got it stuck in my hair so good that it only took 2 hours to pull it out at the end of the night.



Besides, who can have a wedding with an evening fireworks display without having a fireworks replica thingamajiggy in their hair? Not me, clearly!

(Melissa took these pictures. She's a rockstar.)