Brainshambles

8:15PM, I am finally home after an incredibly long day. My hair is wet, and my mouth is dry but I can’t drink water because I’m currently bleaching the *expletive* out of my teeth. Oh, the glorious life of a working bride-to-be. I thought I might lose it on my way from work to the hair salon for my trial. After about 10 minutes of sitting in that familiar leather chair, with my favorite bubbly stylist, magic started trickling out of my eyeballs again. I I breathed a little sigh of relief…I can’t lose my magic. I must not lose my little tiny magic.

I have photos of my dress (which is almost completely finished, and utterly runway-worthy), photos of my shower, my bridal shoes, and even some shots from tonight’s hair trial. I wish I could show them all to you. But as non-traditional as I think I am, I just don’t want to ruin any surprises. This event, I have learned, really is one of the few sacred and precious moments I have left to hide and protect. At least right now.

So I suppose all I really wanted to record here, at 8:25PM on a Tuesday night, is this. Amen for fabulous hairstylists, amen for the healing power of laughter (and good salon lighting). And amen for pushing onward.

Tomorrow will test me harder than today. I must endure. I must continue to dust my path with bits of magic wherever I step. Can’t let this light go out.