(I forgot about this little aspect of Friday:
Aunt V was teaching AG how to be a flower girl.)
After Jo & I took a run (the same way we began the morning of my wedding, by the way), the day of the wedding started with manis and pedis, naturally.
I’ve never had a pedicure, because I don’t like people touching my feet. Turns out, pedicures tickle, too, so I probably won’t have another one any time soon. The massage chairs we sat in were out of this world, though.
We went with my mom and two aunts, as well as Cousin L, who acted as photographer. All the photos I took were blurry, due to the massage chair’s excellent massaging.
My mom had clear polish on her toes. Yes, she’s a daredevil, that one.
After the nails, we picked up the cupcakes. Oh, the cupcakes. They were divine, although we didn’t know it yet (if you ever go to Trophy Cupcake in Seattle, be sure to get a chocolate hazelnut cupcake. Out of this world, I’m telling you). Also, I purchased a pashmina shawl at the little mall where we got the cupcakes, because it turns out that Seattle in the evening in August is cooler than St. Paul is.
Mom helps me get ready. I’ve briefly mentioned my dress before; it’s a wrap dress that I found on Etsy. It’s a circle skirt, with two thick straps attached to it. The straps are about 7 feet long, so you can wrap them around yourself in 17 different ways or something. Unfortunately, I was not adept at any of those 17 different ways, so Mom had to help me get the straps flat. I took longer to get ready than Jo did.
AG did not scream and cry and throw a fit while walking down the aisle, so we’re calling this a win. She did threaten to refuse to walk down the aisle (she stopped upon seeing all the people, turned to Nicky, one of the guests, and exclaimed, “I don’t want to go there!”), but Nicky used his Southern charm and managed to encourage her to “Go to Mama.” She didn’t drop any petals on her way there, however, despite the practice she’d had the previous day. When she got to me, she started dumping out her flowers at the altar. You can see her singing and dancing along to the processional music, as well as her reaction to Jolene’s appearance in the video Paul took:
It’s a good thing Jo wasn’t overly concerned about informality!
After they returned all their rental stuff, A and Jo came over to open up gifts.
Look! They got their very own miniature Beyoncé!
So, all in all, I think the whole trip was a huge success. I could not be happier for my little sister, who deserves all the best in the world!