The Big day. The crazy day. The busy day. The very looong day had finally arrived!
It began bright and early (again) with Elianna's hair appointment at 7:30am. While we waited for everyone else to get their hair and makeup done, Elianna did what she does best - charms and entertains people. Yes, even that early in the morning. When it came time for the lady to do Elianna's hair, she asked what I wanted done to it. Now here is my deal with hair people. Hair is their job. I don't ask people how to do my job (if I had one, of course) and nor do I want anyone telling me exactly what to do. I'm not going to tell her how to do her job. Especially with a 3 year old's hair. I have no idea. Do your job and that's doing my 3 year old's hair. Not in a rude way - just in a matter of fact - it's your job way - do whatever you think is best. So she did and it turned out beautiful! Elianna did a great job just sitting there still and letting the lady do her job. Yes, you read that correctly. Elianna sat still. Amazing! Anyway, I was told a price of $25 for Elianna's hair to get done. Not bad. Money saved up and ready to go. I go to pay and am told "it ended up being more since they put her hair up so it's $45 now." Um... WHAT? Excuse me? The hair girl (conveniently) never told me it would be $20 more to do her job to put Elianna's hair up. I kept those bobby pins. They are in my drawer right now. Those $20 bobby pins. Blah!
The $20 bobby pins
Moving on... After hair was done, I headed back to the Bride's parent's house (yay! She just moved up to "Bride" status!) to set up the food we put together early that morning the night before. Nancy (Mother of the Bride) had reserved the dining room table for the food. I had put the balsamic vinegar on the caprese bites and then decided to take the food to the table. Mistake #1 of the day. First, I spilled balsamic vinegar on the kitchen floor. Then I spilled some on her beautiful white lace tablecloth covering the dining room table. It can only get better from here, right? Ha! If only!
After the bridal party ate, they went upstairs to get dressed. Elianna was playing games on my phone in an attempt to keep her sitting still so as not to mess her hair up. Finally, they were about ready for Elianna to be in the pictures, so I put her dress on her. Ya'll, I am so happy with how it turned out! Aunt Bobbi was a tremendous help (read: did pretty much all of it except for the straight seams which I did because they are oh so hard, you know)! Now remember, the bride, bridesmaids and mother of the bride are all upstairs getting ready. The father of the bride was somewhere. And the photographer (who I used to work for when we first moved to NJ) with her assistant were in the dining room eating. Real quick before Elianna had to head upstairs to be in the pictures, I decided to take a quick picture of her by the fireplace to send to my mom. I had to lean back a little to take the picture but wanted a bit farther back picture to get her whole dress in the picture. Mistake #2. Lean back . . . just a bit more . . . over the coffee table and BAM! I fell back into the coffee table which had a glass pane in it and crashed through the glass. Somehow I fit into that little window pane. That part was the only part I felt good about - fitting through a small "window" pane on a coffee table. Oh.my.goodness! I jumped up and out of that thing as quick as I could! The photographer came and got Elianna away from the glass and took her upstairs to take the pictures. While she was up there, she told the mother of the bride (Nancy) what I had done. Standing there in humiliation I hear Nancy call down not to worry about it because she wanted to get rid of that coffee table anyway. The father of the bride (Brent) comes around the corner and asks if I'm ok. At this point in my debacle, I have no idea if I'm ok or not. Seriously. It all happened so fast and crazy like, that I never stopped to think about it. So off I trot to the bathroom only to discover that blood has already soaked through my dress from 2 cuts on my back. Thankfully, my dress was a poly-blend material that the blood washed right out of. So naturally, I stick a wad of toilet paper in my back to go ask for a band-aid. 4 band-aids crissed crossed over each cut. Yeah. You guessed it. Those band-aids did nothing. By the time we left their house in the limo and arrived at the church, blood was flowing down my back, down my leg and dripping onto the floor. Thankfully, a friend had followed me into the bathroom to make sure I was ok seeing as I had blood dripping from me. When I showed her, she ran out and sent her son to the school nurses' office. Ya'll, I am so greatful God cares about even the craziest things. The nurses' office is always locked. It's supposed to be locked. But that day, it wasn't locked. Praise the Lord! He was able to grab some bandages so I could get bandaged up like a Christmas package. Long story short (little too late for that I guess) but I was fine. Sore back for a few weeks but nothing damaging. It could have been much worse. And the best part was I got to see Elianna walk down the aisle!
Since I've used up my allotted number of words (just kidding), I'll overwhelm ya on another day with pictures.

























