Day of prepping or what the hell was I thinking?

Honestly, the day of prepping wasn't all that terrible, for me. I finally fell asleep around 2 in the morning because we first had to locate the wedding band... that was fun, and then I had to finish his gift. Whoops.

Part of Chet's gift was a pocket square that I had bought everything for back in August. However, I never ended up working on it, and found myself at 1:30 a.m., the night before the wedding working on it. So anyway, I nestled my head away and slept until my alarm went off at 7:30.

See, my girls and I were staying in one hotel, but getting ready at the house my parents had rented across town. This created all kinds of logistical nightmares, some of which involved showers, hair, dressing, forgetting stuff... nightmares. I opted to shower at 7:30 as did another bridesmaid. The other two decided to shower at my parent's place, and the fourth... she just came ready.

Then, my bridesmaids did something fabulous for me... they took me to get my nails done. See, there are a couple of things that make me feel really, really pretty. Part of this is hair and make up, and the other part is having my nails all done up. So, Ashton paid to have that happen.

(I'm the one in the white :)

After my feet and hands were all pretty we headed over to the hall to finish decorating.

Finishing the seating chart. This was a pain in my side.

Partly because I didn't want it, thus I didn't care.

Partly because we forgot a way to tell people where they were to sit.

Partly because I didn't want to mess with it day of.

It rained. And it was 40 degrees. That's not the ideal for a wedding that was supposed to be outside. So, everything was moved inside where the dancing was to take place. This kind of became logistically a pain in my ass, but it was what it had to be. My dad looks like he is directing, Doug is doing as he should be, and that blur there was one of the day of coordinators.

Let me pause and tell you this: I would not have been able to make it without those day ofs'. The end.

Even the bride was working. Don't hate.

Next up: Getting dressed, and how you know I'm not a normal bride.

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