Today I took my bridal portraits. I spent most of the day getting my hair done followed by my makeup and then heading up to Northwest Arkansas to actually take the pictures to try to avoid 95 degree weather with 100% humidity in Fort Smith. The good part about this story is that the pictures are complete. They're over and done and one way or another we are just going to have pick a picture that we (my mother) can all live with. The part about this story that isn't good is pretty much everything else...
I have been dreading this day for weeks. I had these pictures originally planned for about a week ago when we rescheduled for fear of rain on a day that in reality not a raindrop fell and it was about 75 degrees in Fort Smith where I really wanted to take the pictures. Eff me. Nonetheless, I tried to move forward and forget about our lost opportunity and hope that it would be bearably cool in Fayetteville on my new day so as to avoid me sweating through my bridal portraits.
I had discussed this day with Cody for a while. He knew what was going on. He knew I was getting my hair done and makeup and all that stuff. He knew I wasn't exactly excited about the whole process. He understood that me and a big to do over how I look is not really my style. He knew. Today after I had gotten my hair and makeup done my mother and I ran home to get my bouquet before going to Fayetteville. Coincidentally, Cody was at my parents' house taking care of our puppies when I arrived to get the flowers. (Mind you I have spent all day trying to look exceptionally pretty for these stupid pictures). I got to the house and debated as to whether I should even go inside for fear that I shouldn't show Cody how breathtakingly beautiful I look. I mean he shouldn't see me this pretty until our actual wedding day, right? Nonetheless, my need to respray my hair outweighed my desire for Cody not to see me.
I turned the corner in the front yard and passed Cody to his response of, "Hey." Hummmm, that's weird. I figured he obviously didn't get a good glimpse of me. I assumed the 3 puppies were occupying his time. He'll certainly say something in just a second. Second time around he walked past me as I was hairspraying my hair...."Do you have on fake eyelashes?" WTF? Are you seriously again not remarking about how unbelievably gorgeous I look after spending the entire day working to look this good. Are you really going to find nothing positive to say and instead point out that my eyelashes look fake enough that a man can spot that they're not mine. Seriously? Can you not figure out that when your fiancee stresses over a day from beauty hell and you happen to see her right before she leaves to take pictures you should maybe mention she looks good?
Freakin' crap guys...LIE!!!! If your girlfriend or fiancee or wife or any female that you have any type of connection to goes out of her way to look different than she usually looks, tell her she looks good. Lie straight through your teeth if you have to. Practice the delivery of these lies when you're by yourself at night with nothing to do. Take 2 seconds of your precious time to be prepared for that one moment when you see that girl and you realize she looks different than usual and you must convince her you think she looks pretty...Lie, lie, lie. Women lie. We lie all the time. I lie. I lie because I care enough to lie.
I don't get it. It bothered me. It took my mom pointing out all of the stuff I had had done before Cody finally told me it looked "cool." Great. I was so excited to know that I (my mother) was paying tons of money and I was spending hours of my time enduring beauty procedures that are like a little slice of hell so that I could receive the same reaction that you would give a new flashlight. Awesome.
Once I got back in the car my mother remarked that she was a little surprised Cody didn't tell me I looked good. I tried to explain that Cody doesn't really have it all together like everyone assumes he does. Sometimes (often) he misses the forest for the trees. It sucked. I spent an entire drive to Fayetteville questioning all the makeup and hair. Maybe it didn't look good. Cody obviously wasn't impressed and isn't he really the most important opinion? It was bad. I was reaffirmed a little when my photographer told me I looked pretty and 2 guys at Taco Bueno and a guy at the gas station. But why did all of these men notice me and my own man didn't. Ouch.
This was bad. Maybe this carried over to the rest of the bridal portraits experience because the rest of the day didn't get much better. It was hot in Fayetteville and the buttons on my dress didn't work and my veil was weird. A million other things went wrong. Unfortunately, the buttons can be fixed along with the veil and the heat is something no one can control. There's only one lasting effect of this day. Lie, lie, lie.
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