So, I've got to start packing and I lent one of my suitcase to my sister when she visited in January because I didn't expect to buy huge things like a wedding dress. Being down a suitcase I asked Obi's parents if I can borrow his old one. (It's really beaten up, doesn't have wheels, and he has a good set now so he wouldn't miss it, but it's not technically his.) And they said yes, the more crap they can get out of their house the happier they'd be! Anyway I was waiting on that.
I has to sew a second petticoat for under my wedding dress too, because there simply want enough pooof. This time I did it the right way and taught myslef to gather. It was a nightmare. But I did it. Anyway before I can pack this stuff I need to make sure I've done it right. And I can't try on the dress without assistance. I asked over a week ago if mom could find time to help me, and she said yes and was enthusiastic. Yesterday I asked her if she could pencil me in for that day. She literally made me an appointment for noon. I made sure I was ready, I understand she's busy.
And I waited and waited. She kept coming up and saying "I'll just do <this or that> then I'll be right here." If I started to do something she'd tell me to stop coz she was coming right back. So I waited. She's like "I'm just going to make a phone call, someone canceled on me this afternoon" Ok then. Then she comes back and she like "Do you want to go shoe shopping today instead of tomorrow?" I'm like "sure" so then she's off on the phone again. I thought I'd really lose it at the end because it was 5 minutes to 1pm and she's like "Ok I'll just get changed and then I'll help you." Why do you need to change your clothes to help me change mine?!?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Then I was wandering aimlessly in the kitchen, waiting, and she comes in, I tell her if she doesn't want to help me or donesn't have time that's fine, but please let me know so I can do something else. She tells me she deffinatly still wants to do it but follows it with "Ok so let's go shopping. We'll get sushi first."
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Anyway I asked her if she could please just help me first so I can get this shit packed and she's like "You still want to do that today? Do you want to do it when we get back?" I think my face answered, because we did it right away lol. And it took like 7 minutes. It was fast and easy and I learnt a lot from it. - Like that you can see the red of my petticoat through the drop at the waist so I need to put something white there.
Ok, so I climb out and throw the dress and petticoats on my bed and put my shoes on because she wants to go out. And I wait downstairs, ready to go. Well then she needs to change again, put on some make up and check her email and we sat down for lunch an hour later.
I mean I'm not punctual, but there's a limit to how much stuffing around is neccesary!! And it didn't end there.
She decided that we needed to look in some op-shops for petticoats. Even though I just made two, and they are poofy enough (it could be bigger, but really, I think it's fine). She tells me she'll buy one for me, or she'll make it, blah blah.
We shoe shop first, and that was really fun up to a point. She found heels for her dress (for the wedding) easiliy and they were $60 rather than the $120 pair she was thinking of getting, so phew! (It doesn't cost me anything, I just can't handle needless waste lol) Buuuut there's a "buy one get one 40% off" sale at the store. So she proceeds to try on another ten pairs (it might have been more, I'm saying ten to be nice) trying to find another pair to get the sale. I felt sorry for the poor sales chick. Luckily there was another random customer who struck up a conversation with me (Canadians do this all the time it's crazy) because she recognised my accent.
I didn't manage to convince mom that getting the sale and a second pair of shoes she doesn't need isn't actually saving money. But she did run out of shoes to try and we eventually left and did some other shopping for her and then headed home.
We get back into town and head to value village and another costume store, and she pressures me that I need this white petticoat. It's not drop wasted, but it's loose and will fit my hips, it's the right length.. whatever. There was also another one there - massively huge like you never did see! But it had no waist. She said she'd sew one on but it turned out that was a rental, so she decides that I just need the other little one. She's been saying all day how she'll buy it - but then she makes me pay for it. It's only one layer and it cost more than the second unlined petticoat I'd just finished. So I was a bit pissed. But I'm too polite to say anything and it saves me having to sew more (I have white fabric that I could have used to cover the red waist of the petticoats I've already made, but whatever I give up!).
And she's talking about needing to do another dress rehersal now we have another. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I just said no, I need to pack.
Anyway, we get home and there's still time before Obi gets in, so I wanted to get packing. I couldn't find the lone-er suitcase. I asked for help. Mom had gone out for nightshift (missionary work) but dad was home. He asks me where I've checked already, then tells me he doesn't know and goes back to playing farmville games and cooking dinner (in his defense dinner was awesome - I was just frusterated, not really with him). I search, but there's some places it'd be rude for me to look because I'd be invading their privacy. So I don't succeed. Obi gets home, we have a lovely evening, look at baby photos with dad... then we go to our room and all me wedding crap is on the bed and he gives me his long-suffering-I-can't-take-much-more-clutter sigh and asks me what the hell all this is doing on the bed. Ugh.
This is far longer than I thought it would get, why does that always happen to me?
Anyway, so we talked about how I'm going to get to the airport. His mom had told me earlier she wasn't willing to drive me because she works the next day (I leave at ten to midnight) and Dad would drive me but he won't let Obi stay with me and help me check in or anything. And Obi's car runs out of rego tomorrow and I know he wont just break the law and drive it anyway. But Obi already had plans to get rego on it for the one day seeming his mate failed his driving test and thus can't yet use the car so that's good. But there was one thing I was scared of. Every time it's my last day he always goes to work or school or whatever anyway and just leaves me at home to watch the hours ticking by. It's terribly painful and boring and I just feel like he doesn't care about me. Especially as his work now is so flexible - literally he can work whenever he wants as long as it is exactly 40 hours a week. He could take the monday off but was chooseing not to. He has to see the doctor again and made the appt for the day after and I simply did not understand that at all!
His reasoning was that he could work the monday and be home on time and thus at least get the evening with me, rather than going into work after the appointment and not seeing me at all. But the last two mondays he's been to the doctor he simply took the day off, and worked the hours at other times. For some reason doing that didn't occur to him until I was so choked up that I couldn't even talk anymore. So now, he'll be with my Sunday and Monday and he'll work Saturday again next week to make the difference. <3 He makes it all better - eventually.
I don't think he ever considered what that last day feels like because he's never had to do it. He only visited me in Australia once, and I came home with him. I explained it, I hope he gets it now.
So yay! that's looking up. Also, because of the doctor's appt the next morning it means if I send flowers he'll get them while I'm still in flight. Woo ^^;
I'll shut up now, and go get some work done.
Another big thanks to everyone who sent me loves and support and hugs in my last blog. I've gone back several times to re read them, and they've made things better. <3
i cant wait to seee wedding pictures!!!!