feeling accomplished

Spent the weekend up in Indy. Four stores and obscene quantities of silk, satin, taffeta, tulle, crystal, and lace later, ladies and gentlemen, I think I've found my wedding dress.

If I weren't so proud of myself for having put together this icon, I might be tempted to use the detail photo my mother took of the embroidery as my wedding icon.

We've also scoped out hotels to put the guests up in, looked askance at the horrible selection of bridesmaids' dresses, and started thinking about florists. We are, it seems, in business.