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geminigirl) wrote2004-06-17 01:51 pm
geminigirl) wrote2004-06-17 01:51 pm
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My mother.
My mother leaves the same voice mail for me whether someone dies, or she's angry with me or whatever. Which she left on my office phone today. Apparently the phone call was so important that she had to call my cell phone too, which was buzzing away on my desk. I left the lunch table to answer it.
My mother was at the beauty parlor [1] yesterday. Eileen the hair goddess (she does Mom's hair, and mine) mentioned to her that there was a new shop opening around the corner from the beauty parlor, and the woman was going to be making wedding dresses.
So what does Mom do? Makes an appointment for Saturday morning for us to go over there.
I'm not sure how I feel about this. Without trying on a dress, she's not going to tell me how ugly I am, or how awful I look or anything like that. I am, admittedly, the one who suggested having the dress made, rather than trying to buy off the rack. But I'm just not up for it this weekend. I'm not up for dealing with my mother that way right now. Or much at all...
Or trying to imagine what my wedding dress should look like, since I wasn't one of those girls who had a thousand ideas about my wedding. It's a wedding. It will happen. There will be people and food and dancing and a rabbi. And Cayne.
At least Eileen will probably do my hair...despite it being a Sunday, she implied to Mom that she already knows what she wants to do with it. I'll pop in and talk to her on Saturday...
1. I have no idea why beauty parlor gives me chills up and down my spine. It just sounds...creepy or something to me. But that's what Mom calls it.
My mother leaves the same voice mail for me whether someone dies, or she's angry with me or whatever. Which she left on my office phone today. Apparently the phone call was so important that she had to call my cell phone too, which was buzzing away on my desk. I left the lunch table to answer it.
My mother was at the beauty parlor [1] yesterday. Eileen the hair goddess (she does Mom's hair, and mine) mentioned to her that there was a new shop opening around the corner from the beauty parlor, and the woman was going to be making wedding dresses.
So what does Mom do? Makes an appointment for Saturday morning for us to go over there.
I'm not sure how I feel about this. Without trying on a dress, she's not going to tell me how ugly I am, or how awful I look or anything like that. I am, admittedly, the one who suggested having the dress made, rather than trying to buy off the rack. But I'm just not up for it this weekend. I'm not up for dealing with my mother that way right now. Or much at all...
Or trying to imagine what my wedding dress should look like, since I wasn't one of those girls who had a thousand ideas about my wedding. It's a wedding. It will happen. There will be people and food and dancing and a rabbi. And Cayne.
At least Eileen will probably do my hair...despite it being a Sunday, she implied to Mom that she already knows what she wants to do with it. I'll pop in and talk to her on Saturday...
1. I have no idea why beauty parlor gives me chills up and down my spine. It just sounds...creepy or something to me. But that's what Mom calls it.