A few weeks ago, I went with a good friend to look for my wedding dress. We went to a funky boutique in Lawrenceville to see if I could find a colorful and fun dress. I went through the racks, walked in circles, smelled candles, looked at price tags, felt overwhelmed by all the planning that would soon ensue for the event and I gave up. This entire routine took less than 20 minutes to complete. I’ve never been one to enjoy shopping and, in all honesty, I didn’t see anything that I loved. I may hate to shop but I want to love my wedding dress, I want it to fit my personality.
I turned to my friend Lisa and said, “I think I’m
good. Want to go get a drink?” Lisa, who wears adorable vintage outfits on a
daily basis, was in her element and ready to help. She suggested going to more shops and fully
tackling the task. But, I know Lisa
really well, and I know that she loves margaritas just as much as I do, so I
suggested instead that we cross the street and get a few pitchers of drinks. Five minutes later, we were sitting at the neighborhood
cantina enjoying our sangria and margaritas. I felt like
I had accomplished something, even if it was only a 20 minute shopping
excursion, but at least it was something.
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