Say Yes to the Dress... Unless It's a Red Micro Mini for the Mothers

Well, it's getting closer to the date... 58 more days to go. It'll be 57 in about 3 minutes from when I first started typing.
Jay and I have moved all of my stuff into our house. For awhile there, I was just bring random items in to contemplate where they would look the best. Actually, I probably still do that. I know my family is thankful that this will be my last move for a long time. I moved every year that I lived in Birmingham -- from Madison to Rast Hall, Rast Hall to Blount Hall, Blount Hall to Mountain Brook, Mountain Brook to Fultondale (please don't ask me about that mistake), Fultondale to Vestavia Hills, and FINALLY Vestavia Hills to Madison. Yes, that's a splendid 6 times. Now, it's time to unpack and see what I've acquired over the years. A lot of it will probably be going to the Asbury Thrift Store.
The bridesmaids dresses came in earlier this month, and they are quite stunning. Well, they will be stunning once we get most, if not all, of them altered. They're beautiful dresses, but none of them fit! I am also on a search for shoes. It's harder than I had anticipated, but I have many wonderful ladies that will be more than happy to help me.
This weekend should be very eventful. Jay and I are celebrating 3 years together on Friday at Connor's Steakhouse. He told me that this will be a once a year dinner. Saturday I will be helping my mother find a dress for the wedding. We will be staying away from anything that even suggests sexy or scandalous. She'll be stylish and beautiful though. Saturday night we will be going to a wine tasting where there is a prize for correctly guessing what kind of wine you were served. And Sunday, as most days, will be devoted to working on the house along with a mix of church (my baby sister has a solo).
57 more days, folks. Make sure everyone packs a box of tissues. My mother will need it soon.