Since we set our wedding day, I've brought up, in small doses, little details that require Neal's opinion. Once in a while he gets chatty about the subject, but usually a glaze appears about his eyes after a few minutes. We agreed early on that roughly half an hour is all I should ask of him in one sitting. Last week we spent time laughing over websites of Justices of the Peace. We did not, by the way, select one yet. I want to ask a friend to get ordained and do the job for us. She's got the right blend of spirituality and pragmatism that speaks to me. We did manage to agree on a few things we want to have read and found a wedding vow that we feel comfortable with.
You know my wedding dress angst. I found the perfect dress for me, but alas, don't know a seamstress whom to ask to reproduce it. I'm not sure I have the time to get into NYC to find fabric, anyhow. There's another dress that I like quite a bit, so when my mom gets back from her winter in FL, I'll go with her to try it on. Worst case, there is a festive party dress that I adore in my closet.
Neal's wedding clothes angst? "I don't have to wear a suit, do I?" Of course not. I want the man to wear what he wants. When asked: Seersucker. A whole suit of it at first (how quickly we change our minds). Yesterday, thankfully, the new L.L. Bean catalog came, and in it were seersucker shirts. In green. Perfect. He's already got a pair of linen pants, so a perusal of his shoe closet, and he'll be all set.