Not Right.

I know I have a few posts promised to catch up on regarding Sumter, Karl, and two and half weeks of South Carolina bliss but I just thought now would be a timely post for the following...

just got home from my bridal portraits. sounds fun right? Should've been. I woke up on the... wrong side of the bed, ahem, perfect way to start the day. Took a look in the kitchen and found the bridal bouquet that my mom picked up from a florist yesterday- heinous. I picked the florist randomly just to do the bouquet for today and specifically told her exactly what I wanted, I even told her what to not use! Naturally, she used a few of what I said, "please do not use" to and the flowers looked nothing like what I asked for. So, I spent the next few minutes getting deeper into my "wrong side of the bed" and cutting out all the wilted crappy parts.

Next, my mom gives me a talk on how nothing is going to go perfectly today. Great! Glad I have something to look forward to. A day full of imperfection. Ideal for my Type A personality.

Onto my disaster of a makeup appointment. I have confirmed this appintment with the obscure "Rachel" at Laura Mercier twice in the past week. I show up and am told that nobody there has a 2 o'clock appointment. Awesome. Obviously I have a bridezilla moment. My makeup gets done... 30 minutes late and dipping into my hair appointment.

Get to my hair appointment late. It goes OK although I've apparently chosen an extremely difficult look. Perfect choice, Hannah. Running late, again.

Mom + Sisters pick me up from the hair appointment to go straight to the bridals which are over an hour away in Anna, Texas... I'm going to have to change in the car... but wait, where are my shoes/bra/jewelry?? Oh. That's right. They are at home... now 30 minutes away.

Naturally I'm crying. And my behavior is so ridiculous that I "could be on TV" according to one unnamed member of my family. Great. Needless to say, we turned around as I can't go braless and shoeless to my bridal portraits. I made Callie call the photog and tell them we would be late... they were gracious, thank The Lord. I proceded to change, in the second row of a Surburban, into my wedding gown.

Rough. Day.