As I get closer and closer to the wedding day, I start to think about the big things in life. Things like what to put in my pockets.
(The hurricane was fine, by the way. Feeling very grateful about that. Grateful and relieved.)
The good thing about my current mindset is that it means I’m totally at peace with the idea of spending the rest of my life with Scott. Yay! That’s definitely the place you want to be right before your wedding.
But your mind is supposed to wonder endlessly about something before big events, so mine has decided to settle on things that don’t matter.
Back to those things.
I am one of the blessed few women in the world who has a wedding dress with pockets. But I’ve been trained for years with teeny, tiny pockets in pants and no pockets at all on most dresses. When faced with an abundance of pocket space, what do you do with that space?
Should I take my trusty pocket knife in case we forget a cake-cutting tool? Not an exact substitute, but it could come in handy. Should I stow away snacks in case I find myself starving during pictures? Or maybe I can fit my dog into one of the pockets. He’s fairly small, after all. And Scott gave Peanut a bath last night, so he’s glossy and smells good right now. Neither one of those things are usually true of Peanut.
Okay, so leading options at the moment are as follows:
I have a sneaking suspicion that none of those things will actually make the trip down the aisle in my dress pocket. I don’t want to leave that space unused though. I feel like pockets are a precious commodity, and if wasted, dressmakers will stop putting them in dresses, and then we’ll be back at the beginning with no storage space. I need to learn how to use my resources wisely, and fast.
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airplane bottles of liquor in case you start getting nervous. Quick hit and you’ll be good.
Definitely a better idea than a barbeque sandwich.
Great news: I just found my long lost swiss army knife. I promptly packed it in case you would like this to be your “something borrowed” in your pocket!
I might just do that. Who doesn’t want to be able to whittle and/or fix things on the way down the aisle? Thanks, Maggie. 🙂