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I lay it all out--
Marriage | Motherhood.
Kiki | V | Mimi | King
I'm slowly figuring it out and documenting the journey.

My Best Friend's Wedding

My Best Friend's Wedding

She asked if I wanted to be her matron of honor. I said I do.  I had an entire year to prepare, but in true Kiki fashion, I procrastinated right to the last minute. 

My dress would take 6weeks to progress from order placement to delivery. I ordered it 8 weeks before the wedding. It was delivered to my doorstep 2 weeks before the wedding. I tried it on. It was too long. 

Shit. 

I carefully thought about my plan of attack. The material was a stretchy polyester blend, and there was no hem. This meant that any adjustment would have to be made with a sharp pair of scissors and a steady hand. Right up my DIY alley. So, naturally, I did what any responsible matron of honor would do: I rolled it into a ball and shoved it in the back of my closet. 

The night before the wedding, I pulled the dress out and tried it on again. I had little patience to measure and mark the entire perimeter of the dress, so I eyeballed it. 3 inches too long, maybe, so I cut 3 inches off all around. I put the dress back on. It was still too long, and the front was longer than the back (oh yeah I asked for a longer front because of my pregnant belly). 

Shit. 

I stuffed the dress and my scissors in my suitcase. I would make it work one way or another.

The morning of the wedding, I put on the dress and I asked the maid of honor to grab one of the hotel pens and mark the dress where it touched the ground. She was nervous. I felt bad. She was a trooper, though, and she did it. Then 10 minutes later, I was done cutting, and I put the dress back on. It was perfect. I hoped she'd like it. 

She asked if I wanted to make her veil. I said I do

(OK, OK, I offered, she accepted) 

I had an entire year to prepare, but in true Kiki fashion, I procrastinated right to the last minute. 

To be fair, I only half procrastinated on this one. I bought the material months in advance-- then shoved them into the back of my closet. 

Five days before the wedding I realized that I should probably get a move on this veil because there was no plan B (maybe she had a plan B, but I knew nothing about it). Failure was not an option. I started the task of painstakingly stitching the lace embroidery to the tulle veil. I was about 25% done when I lost interest in the task and moved on. 

Three days before the wedding, I glanced across to my dining room table. The veil sat there, staring at me, taunting me-- a trophy of my failure. "I will finish you, veil. I will finish you--tonight!" I committed myself to finishing the ring of lace around the veil. Finally! I got to the end of the string of lace. Yes! But there was a six inch gap of tulle between the start of the lace and the end of the lace. 

Shit. 

I'll just buy some more lace--simple! I went to my local Hobby Lobby and perused the lace aisle. I knew I probably wouldn't find the same lace (I had bought it months before, on a business trip in Missouri) but I didn't need the lace to match. I needed it to go. I would make the 6 inches a focal point of the veil and place an elaborate strip of lace with pearls. It'd look totally natural, like I meant to do it, duh. 

Then I got home. The veil was white and the supplemental lace I had just acquired was ivory. 

Shit. 

Two days before the wedding, I had an incomplete veil and no materials with which to finish it. I drove to the Jo-Ann Fabric store the next town over, because they had to have what I needed. They had to have what I needed. Then I saw it. The EXACT MATCH for the lace I needed to finish. 

Perfect! 

I rushed home and finished my project, newly energized to tackle the headband as well. I stood back and admired my work. I hoped she'd like it. 

She asked if I wanted to give a speech. I said I do. 

I had an entire year to prepare, but in true Kiki fashion, I procrastinated right to the last minute. 

Caught up in the saga of the long/short dress and the last minute veil, I was unable to gather my thoughts long enough to conceptualize a speech. I had ideas floating around but I had nothing down on paper. 

The morning of the wedding, while waiting with the bridal party to get my makeup done, I tackled the speech. It was almost there, but not quite. 

The afternoon of the reception lunch, between bites, I was able to finish my speech. I hoped she'd like it. 

I wasn't sure I'd make it, but in the end, everything was.... Perfect. I'm so happy for the wonderful couple. There was so much love and genuine emotion at that wedding and I only hope that their relationship matures and blossoms and they have a long, fruitful, and happy life together.

RJ, my bestie, my day 1, I love you. 

<3

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