I Can't Please All of You

You know, I'm really tired of not being able to make everyone happy. Honestly. It's driving me crazy. My wedding, for instance, that still isn't happening for forever anyway... yeah. It's already got people wound up in a knot.
I've got one mother saying no reception. I've got the other saying to have one. I've got one sister saying get an artistic photographer because I wish I had. I've got another who thinks someone in the family should just do it. I've got another person saying it all must be very presentable. Another who thinks a "campfire" and roasting marshmallows would be the perfect relaxed kind. Cake, no cake. Candy bar, no candy bar. Actual reception hall, just at a stake center.
Blah.
Blah.
BLAH.
I can't deal with this kind of stress. I cannot make all of these people happy. It isn't going to happen. I can't even freaking do what I want to do because I'm being guilted not to.
I thought my wedding was supposed to be my day... whatever happened to that?

Wedding Cake

Oh my gosh. I just got so excited.

This would  be pretty much the coolest thing ever.

I may have just found my wedding cake design.

m&m's. 

It's freaking brilliant. That's what it is.

Imagine it with red, black and white m&m's, with two little strawberries on top.

Like this:

I don't think I've found something quite so amazing before.

And for any girl who loves chocolate... how could you possibly go wrong with this??

The levels of excitement for my wedding just shot through the roof.

3 months until Doug is home.

Less than 5 months until I'm married.

AH!

It's finally sinking in :)

A Little Soon?

All right, so it might not be for another 4 ish months, but I can't help it. It's my nature. And I might just be a little excited for the whole thing in general... Oh right. What thing? Well...

I'm pretty sure I found a photographer that I would die to have take my engagement and bridal photos...

Being into artistic photography and doing weddings and other suchness for people kinda makes me a photography freak. I stalk blogs rather frequently. I look at new ideas from wedding and engagement photographers frequently. I look at the colors, the design, the angle... and I critique them all. I've found lately that I'm pretty picky when it comes to photographers. Even if you can edit things well, that's just not enough for me. You have to be able to be unique, and have some sort of artistic twist in how you do things in order for me to be drawn to you. And here is the woman I so hope I can get: 

http://erinsummerillphotography.com

Yeah.

Needless to say, I am in love with her work. And gratefully, she doesn't cost an arm and a leg like some other photographers I know... sheesh!

It may be a little soon, but dang am I excited! 

The Pros and Cons of Short Hair

pros

-less hair to do in the morning

-dries quicker

-easier to manage

-looks better (on me anyway, in my opinion)

...pretty sure that's about it.

cons

-very little to do with it

-never pull it up for fear of looking like a Pokemon when you do

-gets nastier faster

-always have to use a million bobby pins

-harder to play with

-less to play with

-one small bad cut and it looks like that for months, no quick fixes

and

-absolutely no way to do "wedding hair"

I think that's the one that bugs me most. I like me with short hair; not much of a fan with long haired Heather anymore like I used to be long ago. But if I don't grow my hair our, I'm going to have the same plain old every day hair for my wedding. Unfortunately, hair is one of those things you actually have to plan out in advance... months in advance. And now I just can't decide.

Grow it out so I can have some kind of curly, braided, half down up do, or keep my short hair and just put little diamond looking pins in my hair, because that is greatly preferred for every day doing.

Am I crazy, or does this look like the 70s are back?

Apparently the 80s are too...

Really? These are my options? 70s, 80s, or Plain Jane Straight, all with a tiara?

Crap.

Oh well. I guess if all else fails I can just do the porcupine look.

Yup. I'm screwed.