Despite the best of intentions, when the holidays include hosting one’s future in-laws for 10 days while juggling my own family and the regular holiday insanity, the blogging goes out the window. I’m going to assume everyone found a way to soldier on, mainly by shedding crocodile tears into their nog.
Some wedding-related developments:
I realized that my decision a while back to use vintage D.C. postcards for the save-the-date cards, and to handwrite them for a nice authentic touch, meant that at some point I was going to have to sit down and actually handwrite them for a nice authentic touch. Poor planning on my part.
3. I realized the other night that once the calendar flips on Tuesday, I’m going to be able to say I’m getting married “this” year, rather than “next” year. For some reason that struck me as significant. Then I went and had some nog.