30 Nov 2009
1:35 pm
I just helped Naomi set up a bride-to-be account on TheKnot.com. I'll admit that it was less out of helpfulness and more out of a perverse desire to see what sort of hideous dress she'd gravitate towards. The thing is, nearly all of the dresses on that site are tasteful—so it wasn't as much fun as I had hoped. The only really bad ones were inappropriately slutty (IMO) and Naomi don't play that. My prediction? She'll go off the reservation when picking a gown. Like way off. Like my hippy-dippy girlfriend who moved to Boulder and bought her wedding dress at a place called the Alpaca Connection. Aye, aye, aye.
Anyway, I think it's kind of cool that she wants a white dress. After
all she's no spring chicken. But I'm a big believer in letting yourself
have it. I mean screw the rules. The rules are have fun and feel
beautiful on your wedding day. Even if that means tweezing your
eyebrows completely off and drawing them back on with an uneven (think
jagged) hand in big, fat, gray pencil. Which, in Naomi's case, it
undoubtedly will.
BTW—still no word on what they plan to do in the way of living arrangements. Naomi will only tersely say, "We are still working that out." So I don't want to push it. I'm sure it's a bliss killing conversation topic. Man, ain't it a bitch the way reality always intrudes and trods upon lurve?
