Anyhow, as promised….
And while we can all agree that Juliana’s dress is an absolutely gorgeous choice with its sweetheart neckline in ivory taffeta, can we take a moment to discuss my hair…
|Yep, that's me with my back to the camera...and that's what my hair looked like.|
So, my hair was far from perfect. No names shall be uttered, as I’ve seen wonderful work produced by a certain anonymous hairstylist, but the tedious construction of the messy, matted down mixture of curls and sticky-outy pieces was nothing short of tragic. Thanks to a plethora of bobby pins and a gallon of hair spray, no one pointed and laughed as I tripped down the aisle.
In the stylists’ defense, we never had time for a run through, and I don’t have the easiest hair to work with. And my life was not ruined.
Needless to say, though, I would have greatly appreciated it if the person would have just stopped roughly 20 minutes in and said, “Look, this is not going to work….how do you feel about a straightening iron?”
“I feel quite compliant, as I am not anxious to look like a Grandma who got drunk before putting in her hair rollers and sleeping in them for a month,” would have been my reply.
Oh well, my hair was haphazardly pinned up, I had a glass of wine, and life continued. The wedding was beautiful and fun, and Juliana had little trouble being the prettiest girl there.