The only other detail I can recall from this dream is that either Britney Spears came to my reception and Harrison Ford sent his apologies because he couldn't make it, or Harrison Ford came to my reception and Britney Spears sent her apologies. I'm leaning toward the second one.
Of course, that was just a dream about my wedding. My real dreams for my wedding are a little different. For starters, I would like to get married in Winter Quarters, not St. Louis.
This pretty little temple features some exquisite stained glass and beautiful grounds.
I want to wear my mom's wedding dress from her last marriage. It's a Georgian cut (think Jane Austen) made of raw white silk. I do love an empire waist. Of course, I'm a few inches taller than her, so we would have to come up with some way to make up that inch or so below the hem.
My ideas about my reception change a lot. Right now I'm thinking that I want to hold it out in a field or something. There would definitely have to be large quantities of bubbles. If I held it in the evening in the right part of the country during the right season, maybe there would even be fireflies! And stargazing!
Who needs artificial decorations, no matter how elegant, when they can have nature?
Listening to: "Leonie" by Arjan Brass
Reading: Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert