Wedding Cake with Coconut and Cream. Best. Snow. Cone. Ever.
Avery. Pink Lemon Sour and Cream. (I think that's disgusting.)
She's a mess.
THIS WAS AT THE FAIR!! I died.
This week is going to be a disaster. Mostly because I'm an emotional wreck.
Last night I started packing for my move. I feel like I did this four months ago. . . Oh wait, I did. I'm becoming a pro at putting my life into a box, but I'm not quite pro at controlling my emotions. When my family moved in April I was excited. A new house, a new room, a new church ward, and all my friends stayed the same. It's not quite the same this time around. I'm moving to an apartment. I'm sharing a room for the first time with a stranger. I'll have a new ward (the fourth one I've been in this year). There will be new classes. New strangers. Everyone will be a stranger, I'll be a stranger. That terrifies me.
I packed my first box last night. It was my closet. (Well, part of it. There's no way I'd be able to fit all my clothes in one box.) I bawled. Seriously! Who cries over clothes?! Apparently I do. And it's not because I'm super worried my precious clothing children are going to be damaged on the way to Snow. That's ridiculous. It's because I'm a sap. To me clothes aren't just pieces of fabric, they're like mini memories. I bought this scarf in New York for debate, I wore this when I first hung out with so and so, I wore this when I did this or that. (I sound insane.)
I'm going to start a list of things I've found I thought I lost eventually. I have found a lot of things. (And of course I start crying when I find them.)
You'd think I was pregnant or something with how emotional I am. It's dumb. (I am not pregnant. Don't worry.)
Okay, enough about my ridiculous-ness.
Did you watch the meteor shower last night?? It was absolutely incredible! (I cried, but I was just hung over from the packing/leaving people drama.) I sat on the 5th green of the golf course with my little blanket and watched the sky for hours. Fun fact: I love the stars. I love the sky, I love anything that has to do with astronomy, even though I'm not a super freak about it. This was breath-taking. I sat there and watched a meteor fall and break in two and burn up. It was red, and you could see the flames, and I pretty much died right there. So cool.
Besides packing yesterday, I was on Pinterest for a good 3 hours, maybe 4. That website is so addicting! You'd never guess what I looked at though. *cringe* Wedding crap. Yes, crap. My mother is a wedding planner, I've lived and breathed weddings since the 6th grade. Naturally, I hate them. And I hate all the people who tell me I'm going to get married within the year. Not going to happen. Boys scare me. Especially ones I haven't known since the 8th grade.
So I decided.
I can't get married until my hair is at least this long. Sounds like a good plan, yes?
My dress will be like this. (With a higher v of course.)
These will be my flowers. (They're my favorie! Peonies and Anemones)
This will be my ring. It's okay if it's smaller, I'm not picky.
And, of course I will have suede shoes.
Help. Me. Just looking at these pictures makes me sick. No more weddings or Pinterest for me.
xoxo,
Mo
(p.s. Snow, xoxo, mo, hehe it's all rhymes!)
(p.s.s. I've broken every single one of these packing rules. Gah!)
(p.s.s. I've broken every single one of these packing rules. Gah!)
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