I feel so loved. Last night was great and I loved the turnout. It’s always nice to see how many people love you and how many are willing to take a night out just for you. It was a great success and it concludes the engagement parties. That’s right, I’m done with them. It’s bittersweet. Now I feel like we’re officially in wedding mode and moving forward.
Nonetheless, last night was a blast and I thank all of you that could come out. I can’t wait to see all of you at the wedding!! :D
I am so excited to have a great group of friends together for engagement party #2. I love them so much and can’t wait to spend time with them. It’s going to be awesome! Pictures coming tomorrow. I must start getting ready now so I don’t have to rush through a shower and/or getting ready. Ole!
That phrase is one I’m beginning to loathe.
Tonight I sat down with some colorful papers to look at color combinations for tables at the wedding reception. I really like combining royal blue and damask with a slight accent of lime green. It sounds odd, but that’s what my family thought before I wowed them with the final product of my ideas.
But anyway, I’m sitting there looking at different combinations and I can’t decide between two. So what is the response to my confusion? “You still have plenty of time.”
I am so tired of everyone saying that. When will I not have plenty of time? When can I finally make wedding decisions without judgment? I’ve been waiting anxiously to get within a year of the wedding. I’m finally here and decide to start finalizing a couple of things and still get comments. So do I wait until the wedding is nine months away? or six? When?
With having a long engagement, it’s difficult to figure out what you can plan and when you can plan it. I’m constantly scouring the internet looking for timelines that allow me to do something besides “envisioning the big day” or “hashing out a rough budget”. Been there, done that. Now what? I wait idly for the public to decide it’s time for me to think about it again? This gets to be exhausting.
I want to do what any girl wants to do the second she gets engaged – plan. I have ideas bursting out of my brain and want to get them set in stone.
Stop telling me I have plenty of time. Let me do what I want to do. :(
As if you need me to mention yet again how much I love him, I’ll rephrase that point – I still love him so much. When I’m back here at home, I remember why it is I can’t wait to get back here. This is my longest period back home until graduation in December and I fully plan on relaxing it and making it last as long as possible.
In other news, I may have found a wedding band I like – well, at least the style I like. I know, I know, you’re probably thinking “Ashley, you still have a year, stop getting ahead of yourself,” but I can’t help it. They’re shiny and pretty and there’s a jewelry store every 50 feet in the mall. I tried on a few last weekend and hated just about every one. Well, I wouldn’t say HATE, but they simply did not stand out enough to want to wear for the rest of my life.
But then today, I found one I really liked – might even love. It’s a double-banded guard that fits with my ring perfectly. It even has a section surrounding where the side diamond on my engagement ring fits quite nicely. And it’s symmetrical, which is the best part. That’s why I wasn’t liking any of the ones from last weekend – they made the ring look lopsided. Not this one. It’s perfect.
Now the plan is to watch the price over the next year (hopefully it will come down since it is a little price) and look into other options at different places. I’ll definitely keep you posted, as usual.
That’s right ladies and gentlemen (or should I say lady and gentleman since I’m convinced on two people actually read this), I am done with my junior year. WHOOP!!! I’m now a senior and ready to get out of here!
I’m all packed up and almost ready to go this morning. I’m headed to my love in Arlington for about a week and half (with Bedford thrown in there of course). It’s a tiny summer break, but I’ll take what I can get at this point.
Last night it hit me that this is my last summer as an undergraduate and I only have one full semester left here. Weird feeling. It’s being stuck between two worlds and two desires. I want so badly to stay here forever, but can’t get back home soon enough. It’s really hard to explain fully, but it has me super nervous and extremely excited at the same time. If only College Station were easier to leave...
But for now, I’m only leaving for a much needed break. Peace out College Station.
