procrastination

I'm currently sitting at the Red Atlast coffee shop wasting time on my fiance's laptop. I decided to "swing in" to kiss Justin (who is here, studying away) on my way home from my sister's baby shower (quick summary: I guessed the number of Jelly Beans in the bottle within one Jelly Bean and won a home fragrance set (mango!), I completed every word in the Baby Scramble in only a few minutes but the gift (Dog eat (Hot) Dog card game) went to my Mom's boyfriend's daughter, and I ate entirely too much fruit dip). A "drop by to say hi" idea has now turned into an hour and a half. An hour and a half that would be better spent doing laundry. The seventeen piles of laundry that are sitting on my floor. But as long as I'm here... a quick post won't hurt.

Today's good news: my Grandma Patty (my Mother's Mother) came across some votive candle holders from my parent's wedding the other day and is sending them to me. The best part? They apparently have a little stripe of purple on them. "Not quite aubergine," she tells me, "but it should do." How fun? Something pretty from my Mommy's wedding.

And now Justin informs me that he got a "head start" on the cleaning while I was at the baby shower. Started the laundry, cleaned the kitchen, and mopped the floors. What a stud. Perhaps a quick post won't be necessary!

The Bridal Fair here in Helena (which was largely a let down (why do I feel like there is no one in this town that can teach me something I don't already know from my bridal magazines?)) produced one very exciting nugget of information. A new Bridal Boutique was coming to Helena! And on display at their booth: quite possibly the gown I've been looking for. A vintage vision in ivory. Strapless, lace bodice, crushed silk skirt with just the right amount of delicate lace trimming the bottom, and a row of buttons down the back . Truly gorgeous. Regrettably, the booth was abandoned during the entirety of my oogling. So, without knowing where the new store was, who was opening it, or what designer I had just fallen in love with, we left.

The next day I tracked it down, drove straight to it and strolled excitedly up the steps. Disapointment. The doors were locked and the store was empty, save a ladder and a few painters tools. Since then, I've made several detours from my route to work to check for signs of life and, until yesterday, they had been fruitless. And then finally: lights! An open sign! Dresses in the window! And miraculously, I had two free hours.

Disappointment.

The gown of my dreams was on loan for the Bridal Fair and had just been sent back to the designer that very morning. Heartbreak. I tried on a few others while I was there, but nothing compared. And call me crazy, but I absolutely refuse to buy a dress I've never put on. So it's settled, I'll have to venture outside of Helena to find my dress.

My Maid of Honor, Emily Miller, and I have a roadtrip to Bozeman slated for Sunday the 8th. Let's hope my luck improves there.


Only 203 days to go....