|I'm looking for a dressmaker.|
Ages ago, when I began this blog, I deemed it 'My Positive Place' ~ setting a firm guideline that I could only post about happy stuff.
|A bright spot: Orchids are re-blooming.|
But, as of this morning, I'm thinking if I don't allow myself to bitch a little, I may never blog again.
This is wedding year. My darling daughter is getting married. (She has, so far, not given me approval to be in charge of the bouquet, but I'm not worried. I'm highly skilled at groveling.)
|The Pure White Orchid is re-blooming, too.|
The thing is... I couldn't be happier!
And, yes, I know weddings are big business, they're very expensive, but I don't really care if it will take me a year to pay this off. She's my lucky charm! I want it to be a lovely day.
I'm talking in the singular because I'm happily divorced. (To be clear, that was his idea. Shocking, I know! That somebody wants to rid themselves of me...? :) And, while she has a very well-to-do Dad, he's claimed he's too poor to contribute very much to this event.
Now if that is, indeed, the case I'm actually okay with this. But, then I got his email: We are taking care of designing, writing and producing her save-the-date cards and invitations. On us.
It made me ballistic. As if somehow an hour of his time, in creating an invitation, was equal to offering to help her pay for her dress. Seriously? Writing? Ahem. "You're invited. Be there with bells on!" Whew! That tough project's done.
And, as far as this bitch session? Well... I just thought I'd toss this one out into the universe in case anyone has some wise advice.
* PS: I am, really and truly, looking for a seamstress who can sew L's gown. Know anybody?