1. *sings, to a strange version of Angel of Music from Phantom of the Opera* Eight days to go til the wedding... eight days to go til the wedding... my dress may not be finished, but everything else is done, and I'm really past stressing at this staaaaage...
2. Isn't my hair pretty and twirly? I was most pleased with it. (And yes, I can't believe I became the sort of bride to have a hair trial, but there you go. I am a ridiculous caricature of my former self.) My mother's comment was that she liked the hair, but that my posture was awful, which is fair enough - I do have a rather spectacular slump going on in this photo. And I'm pretty sure the visible bra straps were two painful arrows through her heart as well. Prince Valiant thought it looked "a little bit messy, doesn't it?" - honestly, the man has no appreciation for curls.
3. Smoking Lawyer is deliriously happy at her new job, where they have coffee machines, budgets based on time spent working rather than time actually billed, and an in-house counsel with a beanbag in his office. I had lunch with her today, and she made me feel depressed. It is only her fourth day though - here's hoping she's more miserable in a few months time. (Oh, not really. But god, the beanbag thing gave me a big twinge of jealousy - where the hell is she working, Google?)
4. And on that note, only 6 days to go until I'm on holidays. Hell yeah. I'm not terribly busy at the moment, and because I don't have any urgently pressing deadlines, it's very hard to concentrate on work.
5. The Prince has been asked to a relatively important dinner tonight, and as I will be attending I dressed to impress, which for me means a skirt and heels. Halfway through the day my impressive heels were killing me, so I switched to the flats I brought in my bag to give my feet a rest. Hopefully, this will enable me to be able to clack impressively into the restaurant later tonight. The alternative was limping in and collapsing into a chair with a groan of pain, which in my experience is rarely a good start to an evening.
5 comments:
LOVE the hair! I feel ridiculous though, because I had you pegged as blonde. Not in any pejorative way of course, just that my mental Cee picture was a blonde one.
Wishing the brunette Cee all the best in the last few days up to her wedding. Looking forward to hearing that it was stress-free and lovely.
I really like the hair. And also, you never sent me a link to your registry. I have no idea what to send you that will include the Prince in the process...well, I do have one thing, but it's kind of naughty...so I need to send you something reasonable as well.
The hair is lovely.
I'm also having difficulty focusing on work. So much else going on.
And I find it best to totally baby my feet right up until the moment I surprise them with uncomfortable shoes (which is never, now. I wear sandals all the time, even in winter)
Its beautiful!
I have a new blog, although you are far too busy at the moment to check it out. Nevertheless, its
booksandteafortwo.blogspot.com
Hee - a blonde Cee is very weird to imagine Charlotte. I'm very much enjoying the wedding lead-up, and hope that the day itself will be just as fun.
Ooops, I forgot the registry info AR.
Hee hee - I love that image PF. "Surprise, feet! Point-toed pain for the next few hours!"
Thanks Be-zen, and thanks for the new blog info - glad to see you're still around!
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