The Wedding
OK, I'm back! The crazy-busy period that hit the Chormier family over the last couple of weeks has finally passed, and the world's greatest 10.5 month old blogger is ready to start churning out more of her patented top quality baby content. Now about that uncle Nick and aunt Libby wedding I mentioned...
So as soon as the invitation arrived I immediately turned it into an opportunity to demand Mom and Dad take me in to get my hair done. True, I'd been putting my first ever trip to the salon off for a while because... well, lets be frank. When you're blessed with these hair genes you generally don't need a hairdresser to achieve a truly striking look. (And when I say striking of course I mean shockingly-good-looking, not feels-like-a-slap-in-the-face. Just wanted to clear that up.)
My normal routine of rubber duck splashiness in the bath and sleeping on it damp normally does the trick for me. But what girl doesn't want to glam up for a special occasion?
I'm so glad Mom warned me about the whole 'coming at you from behind with sharp scissors' thing or Monica the hairdresser would have had to deal with my awesome ninja defence skills.
So then I took the new doo along to show off at this whole wedding-event-thingy. The first thing you have to realise about weddings is that unless you are dressed in white you're not really going to be the centre of attention. And since Mom and Dad warned me that it's really un-cool to wear a flowing white dress to someone else's wedding (who knew?) instead I went all out and suited up with a wild and stylish sherbet coloured frock.
And of course, all the hip fashionistas out there will immediately spot my Vera Wang wooden spoon, the latest in must-have wedding accessories. And it matches my eyes, bonus!
So early on I staked out a seat near the front, and settled in to wait for the bride to arrive. However, nobody had bothered to warn me about how uncomfortable church pews are to those of us with 'sensitive' tushies. To save getting splinters in one of my best assets I had grandma entertain me for a while.
But mostly I just hung out grooving to those funky pipe organ beats while we waited for the ceremony to start.
Ina Gadda da Vida... indeed!
I will admit is was difficult dealing with the paparazzi, but not like it normally is. Usually I have to fight them off just to get the occasional private moment without some camera going off in my face! But here, at Nick and Libby's wedding, it was like I somehow wasn't the most fascinating person in the room. Let me tell you... it was hard work getting those paparazzi to even notice me! Can you believe I had to chase them for a change?
Here's a shot of uncle Nick with uncle Louis, his best man, as they wait for Libby. Even my Dad managed to get himself into the shot. But they weren't interested in cute little me at all!
Did you notice the pinky-yellowish blob struggling to try and get into focus?
I made darned sure I was in this shot!
It's a humbling experience when you're not the prettiest girl in the room (I'm not quite sure how regular people deal with it day in and day out) but of course Uncle Nick totally scored himself a hottie, so what can a girl like me do except sit back and admire aunt Libby and her super classy style?
That totally awesome dress was actually made in 1947. Who knew Libby was that old? Grrl power!
And finally, check out how wicked my cousin Caitlin looks as the flower girl.
Boy, I'd sure like the opportunity to be a flower girl one day. I'm thinking I might get to audition for the part in auntie Christina's wedding, though the dress may be a bit small for me since I'll likely be pushing 30 at the time. Which means I'll be able to arrive in my flying robot car, and my date will probably be a hologram. So yeah, that'll be kind of cool.
L8r!
Sass
So as soon as the invitation arrived I immediately turned it into an opportunity to demand Mom and Dad take me in to get my hair done. True, I'd been putting my first ever trip to the salon off for a while because... well, lets be frank. When you're blessed with these hair genes you generally don't need a hairdresser to achieve a truly striking look. (And when I say striking of course I mean shockingly-good-looking, not feels-like-a-slap-in-the-face. Just wanted to clear that up.)
My normal routine of rubber duck splashiness in the bath and sleeping on it damp normally does the trick for me. But what girl doesn't want to glam up for a special occasion?
I'm so glad Mom warned me about the whole 'coming at you from behind with sharp scissors' thing or Monica the hairdresser would have had to deal with my awesome ninja defence skills.
So then I took the new doo along to show off at this whole wedding-event-thingy. The first thing you have to realise about weddings is that unless you are dressed in white you're not really going to be the centre of attention. And since Mom and Dad warned me that it's really un-cool to wear a flowing white dress to someone else's wedding (who knew?) instead I went all out and suited up with a wild and stylish sherbet coloured frock.
And of course, all the hip fashionistas out there will immediately spot my Vera Wang wooden spoon, the latest in must-have wedding accessories. And it matches my eyes, bonus!So early on I staked out a seat near the front, and settled in to wait for the bride to arrive. However, nobody had bothered to warn me about how uncomfortable church pews are to those of us with 'sensitive' tushies. To save getting splinters in one of my best assets I had grandma entertain me for a while.
But mostly I just hung out grooving to those funky pipe organ beats while we waited for the ceremony to start.
Ina Gadda da Vida... indeed!I will admit is was difficult dealing with the paparazzi, but not like it normally is. Usually I have to fight them off just to get the occasional private moment without some camera going off in my face! But here, at Nick and Libby's wedding, it was like I somehow wasn't the most fascinating person in the room. Let me tell you... it was hard work getting those paparazzi to even notice me! Can you believe I had to chase them for a change?
Here's a shot of uncle Nick with uncle Louis, his best man, as they wait for Libby. Even my Dad managed to get himself into the shot. But they weren't interested in cute little me at all!
Did you notice the pinky-yellowish blob struggling to try and get into focus?
I made darned sure I was in this shot!It's a humbling experience when you're not the prettiest girl in the room (I'm not quite sure how regular people deal with it day in and day out) but of course Uncle Nick totally scored himself a hottie, so what can a girl like me do except sit back and admire aunt Libby and her super classy style?
That totally awesome dress was actually made in 1947. Who knew Libby was that old? Grrl power!And finally, check out how wicked my cousin Caitlin looks as the flower girl.
Boy, I'd sure like the opportunity to be a flower girl one day. I'm thinking I might get to audition for the part in auntie Christina's wedding, though the dress may be a bit small for me since I'll likely be pushing 30 at the time. Which means I'll be able to arrive in my flying robot car, and my date will probably be a hologram. So yeah, that'll be kind of cool.
L8r!
Sass
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