I once promised to write more about my sister Katie's wedding, and then promptly forgot all about it. I've decided to sprinkle a few stories in here and there to fulfill my promise. First, the real-life story about shopping for my bridesmaid dress, which, as you can imagine, was super-fun! not being a size six or eight like the rest of the women in my family.

My mom actually fluctuates between being a size 6 and a size 10 (please don't hate me for talking about this Mom). She's petite, and gaining or losing a few pounds makes a huge difference in her size, which sucks for her because it creates a major swing in her wardrobe. MOM - TOTALLY NORMAL. She's struggled with her weight her entire life, but is now a Weight Watchers lifetime member and I'm so proud of her. She works so hard at it and I love her so much for what she's accomplished because it makes her happy. But I love her no matter what she weighs or what she looks like.

My sister Katie has a hard time keeping weight on. Yes, you heard that right. Keeping weight ON. She works outdoors as a therapeutic horseback riding instructor for disabled kids and can walk up to fifteen miles a day in the So. Cal sun, so she's constantly working out, all day long. She tends to be a size 4 or 6, and was cautioned against losing weight before the wedding for fear her gorgeous dress would not fit. If I haven't mentioned it before, she also has almost nonexistent leg hair, is perpetually tan, small pores, and her hair is perfectly, naturally highlighted by the sun. She wears almost no makeup and looks great. I swear to God I'm not just saying this because I'm her sister. If she didn't want to remain anonymous I would post her picture and you would see it's true.

Sister Nikki is 15 years old and is a perfect six. She's freckled and naturally cute.

Then there's me. I'm into the double digits of clothing sizes, well into the upper teens to be honest. I've gained weight since moving to Washington and I haven't been as active as I once was, even though this place seems to spawn hikers and campers by the carload. I have a hard time doing anything in the rain and my job has changed from moving heavy boxes for at least an hour a day to being almost completely desk bound. I know I need to get active but starting is the hardest part.

Anyway - enough intro, lets get to the main event!

I made several trips down to San Diego, only to drive North again to Costa Mesa to a well known bridal shop. These were fun trips with all of us sharing a fitting room, watching my sister try on various wedding gowns until she found the perfect one, seeing my Mom find the perfect mother-of-the-bride-dress, and so on.

Predictably, the sample dresses were not available in sizes over 12, so I had to make due with slinging the hangers over my head and holding them against my body to see if I thought they would look good. Fortunately, I have a good sense of what does look good one my body, so I picked out a dress with a V-neck, empire waisted, floor length, with wide shoulder straps, and a relatively high back. My Mom and sisters picked out a few other dresses for me to try, but in the end the dress I knew would work was the one that was chosen.

Nikki, Mom, and I all needed out measurements taken to get our dresses ordered that day, and a sales assistant was called to help. She took Nikki's measurements, then carefully measured my Mom, then turned to me and asked, "Would you like everyone to step out of the room while I take yours?"

"What?" I asked, incredulously,"They're my family. I'm pretty sure they know I'm fat. Hey guys," I said, turning around, "You do know I'm fat, right?"

Katie laughed, Nikki blushed, and my Mom looked me disapprovingly (not because I'm fat, but because I was making fun of the sales assistant). The sales assistant had the decency to look chagrined. She took my measurements and shut the hell up.

I wish that I had taken it further - that I had asked her why she had offered to have everyone leave when I had to strip down to my underthings but not when they did. Or if she did that for everyone who is overweight. Or if she singles out all overweight people and treats them differently.

Getting that dress was so unbelievable stressful. If it had been up to me, I would have worn pants to the wedding. I had never owned a formal dress until until Katie's wedding. I did not attend a single formal dance in high school (I was too busy with horse shows), and wore jeans to my own elopement and backyard reception. I still haven't seen the official wedding photos, so I really have no idea what I really looked like at the event. But it still makes my eyes sting to remember how painful the process of buying the dress was.

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Make sure you check out the extended entry for more photos!

View from the villa:

Red rose centerpieces:

Bride's bouquet, detail:

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I'm home! Finally! It feels like ages since I've been able to relax with Frinklin, the dogs, the cats, and one angry, old cockatiel.

The trip to San Diego for Katie's wedding was fantastic, if quick. There was no down time at all. The flight down was Wednesday night, and we got to my parent's house at midnight.

Thursday morning there was coffee early in the AM before my Dad left for a few hours of work, then I kept Katie company while she had various body parts waxed. The entire female side of the wedding party also had manicures and pedicures - I was at the aesthetician's for six hours total. Our matching toes did look beautiful.

My Mom, Katie, and I left at 9 the next morning to pick up the wedding dress, my Mom's dress, and sister/bridesmaid's dress in Orange County. We thought we would be gone 4 or 5 hours, but ended up running numerous small errands as well, which only took, oh, NINE hours or so. There was the car that needed washing to alleviate the smell of kerosene that had spilled a few days earlier, the shoe cushions to enable us to stand for hours on end in heels, clear deodorant/antiperspirant to keep from marking the dresses, shirts that buttoned to be discarded after makeup was airbrushed on, and somewhere in there we had lunch.

At 6:30 on the dot, we arrived home - the exact same moment that my Uncle and his family (4 in all) showed up from Arizona and the notary public from the escrow company handling our mortgage refinance knocked on the door. There was utter chaos as the dresses were brought inside, wrapped in blue plastic so no one could see and hung on fake "busts" to retain their shape. I'm sure the notary thought we were insane.

The wedding rehearsal took almost the entire day Saturday. I got my first look at the winery location, which was absolutely gorgeous. Growing up in San Diego, Temecula was always considered the middle of nowhere, but it has really come into its own in the last few years. We drank sparking red wine while waiting for the wedding coordinator on the balcony, then spent an hour lining up and randomly bumping into each other trying to figure out the ceremony itself. I was told all wedding rehearsals are rather random, and somehow it all comes together on the actual day, which it did. The rehearsal lunch was delicious and we were home by 4 to sit by the pool and relax.

I'll write about the wedding itself in a separate post. It was fantastic.

Frinklin and I drove the newly married couple to LAX (and only got lost once) on Monday morning. They were off to Hawaii for a week of hiking, surfing, and relaxing. We picked up chinese food on the way home and the entire family spent the remainder of the day lounging poolside.

I had about 10 minutes of feeling calm, as the escrow company called me the next morning asking for some specific documents that I needed to provide. I spent several hours on the phone with various people, paranoid that I wouldn't be able to get them what was needed to close the loan on the following Friday. The panic lasted until we left for our flight home that afternoon, fortunately everything fell into place just as we were leaving.

Arriving home was weird - the dogs were all being boarded until the following morning. The cats loved it, once they realized were weren't crazy strangers breaking into the house. Percy took about 2 hours to stop leaping straight up in the air every time I touched him. It was actually pretty amusing, as each kitty freak-out would cause all the other cats to panic and scatter as well.

We picked up the dogs the next morning, and there was much laundry to do in preparation for the trip to New York. I was out the door at 5 AM on Thursday for BEA!

Again - a wonderful trip, but it made me glad Frinklin and I had eloped. I could not have handled all the drama and craziness surrounding a real wedding. Kudos to my sister, though. She handled it all, looking beautiful the entire time.

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Dogs were dropped off this morning and their various boarding facilities, cats are fed and ready to see the pet sitter tomorrow, stuff is packed into way too many suitcases.

The house feels so empty without the dogs.

My father-in-law should be here in the next 15 minutes to drive us to the airport, where we'll be greeted by 80 degree temperatures and my family (in that order). All the wedding planning will come to a head on Sunday, and my sister and her new husband will be in Hawaii by Monday.

Blogging will be erratic for the next couple of weeks, as I leave for BEA just a day after returning from California.

Wish us luck!

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