His Office Held Hostage - Is That A Wedding Gown On My File Cabinet?

Our house may soon be asked to appear on "Hoarders" I have never seen so many piles of stuff in my life.

Boxes and boxes of flowers, candles (but alas, no gold, green glittery ones), candle holders, tulle, lanterns, wreaths, glue guns, lights, trees, napkins, fake china, my 7th grade science teacher Mr. Dewberry, cups, votives, fabric swatches, olive oil dispensers...the list could go on for days.

And where are all these precious treasures being stored? Why, in the only room in the house that doesn't have squatters someone living in it...the father of the bride's teeny-tiny sanctuary from the world...his office.

Overnight, his office has been transformed into a bargain bin craft store.

Lots of foot traffic in his office lately. Lots of browsing going on. Lots of time spent deciding the perfect spot for each new box that arrives from Ted. Who's Ted? Ted is the UPS guy that we used to see once every 8 months.

Our families are now spending Thanksgiving together this year.

I guess it could be worse. I know that soon, all the boxes will be empty and their treasures will be tucked away for safe keeping (or sold on craigslist). And the father of the bride will have his office back.

I just hope I can send Mr. Dewberry back C.O.D.

Bouquets & Rice: Week 6 - Eeyore's In The House

Some odds and ends from this week....

Came home yesterday and was greeted by three big boxes sitting in the little office at home...slap full of fake flowers. We spend the evening watching the bride prance around the house, holding the flowers like a bouquet.
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I never thought I would say this but I'm tired. Of craft stores.

*sigh*

Used to be, I could spend an afternoon wandering up and down the aisles of a craft store, lost in the possibilities of "what can I make?" Not so much anymore.

*sigh*

It's become a quest, a chore, another thing to cross off the weekly list of wedding stuff to do.

*sigh*

Maybe I need some hormones.
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My plan to lose 783 pounds before the wedding has lost steam. And the chocolate-dipped cones at McDonald's are not helping. I really like those babies. And they really don't like me.
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Man, this post is kinda depressing. So let me share some exciting news! I found my dress! And it was right under my nose the whole time...

That would be me, at Halloween (don't ask, it was the early 80's).

I haven't shown it to the bride yet but I think she'll be good with it, don't you?