I whip my hair back and fo'th: Wedding Tale 4

My soon-to-be hubby sent me text messages all evening the night before our wedding. I kept myself busy on Facebook and talked to my MOH about all the little things that still kept my brain going. Who would fill the center pieces? Did I remember to charge my camera? I better remind the boys about the food. We covered it all, and said our goodbyes. We were all worn out, and though I was so excited, I was able to get to sleep before midnight. My alarm would be going off at 8:00 so I could get up and get things ready, but I was already awake when it buzzed.

Chloe and I had hair appointments at ten, and it was all we could do to get ready in time. She was exhausted, and didn't want to wake up, much less dress herself! I was trying to make sure that the boys got the food picked up, and that everything was loaded into my car for the big event.

We got to the hair salon right at ten, and Miss Hair was ready for us. I let Chloe go first, and she relished every minute.

And then it was my turn. Remember how I went and had a practice appointment a few days earlier? Miss Hair was expecting to do a more polished version of what she'd done previously. Did I have news for her.

"Remember how you did my hair Wednesday?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said, and started to tell me to get the book so she could look at it.

"I completely changed my mind," I told her with an ornery grin.

"OK, lay it on me," she said.

I explained that I wanted the top to be similar, but leave the bottom down, curl it a little, and pull the sides back. She whipped my hair into a general 'shape' and asked if that's what I envisioned. It was. She's amazing like that :)

By the time she was done, I had this:

I was really into the Kennedys series on Reelz, and had even been having dreams that I was marrying Bobby (he he), so I felt very in my element with this hairstyle, and I really loved it. Although Miss Hair sprayed it down good, my hair is notorious for falling, so I had my MIL and my MOH bring me hair spray, and I made sure there was no way it was moving...even if I got a wild hair to 'whip my hair back and fo'th!" 

When she finished, I paid her, and then I looked at my MOH.

"Well. That's done. Now I guess it's time to go to the church!"

Until that point, everything had been something on my 'to do' list. Just tasks to check off. But now? My last appointment was crossed off. It was time for the big show!