||[May. 31st, 2007|03:21 pm]
Easily the best thing about wedding planning so far, besides registering for china glazed with melted-down flawed Baccarat crystal: the discovery of Miss Manners, now my heroine and ginormous girlcrush. I need some stationary monogrammed with my initials so I can write courteous, properly worded notes in flowing script (note to self: cultivate flowing script) formally inviting people to dinner and then thanking them for coming. In the meantime, I might actually copy people's physical addresses into an address book. Or at least start wearing matching socks. For serious.
A little relatedly: bridesmaids' dresses are happening tonight or they are not happening AT ALL. I will go on this one shopping expedition and then (beyond forbidding the wearing of either white or black, which represent respectively Competing With the Bride and Mourning On A Day Of Celebration, per Miss Manners, whom I trust with my life) I completely wash my hands of the whole affair. I think Miss Manners would approve of my charmingly self-effacing attitude towards the whole proceedings-- though I also think I'm going to have to rephrase "Mom, I honestly don't care" as "Mother dearest, you have such flawless taste; I place myself entirely in your capable and gracious hands." And "I wash my hands of the whole affair" as "So long as, on the day of this most momentous ceremony, I am surrounded with the smiling faces of my dearest and most cherished friends and my only and beloved sister, what could it possibly matter to me how you are dressed? In any case, you are all always clad in the best possible taste and look exquisite in anything."
See how nice courtesy is? Excuse me, I have to go build myself an escritoire now.