Long term, I didn’t do a lot of “special” prep for our wedding. No diets, no special hair treatments, no dental work. No tatooed makeup, plastic surgery, skin pigment replacement, eye color dye’ing…
If you asked me to my face I’d say it was because I wanted to be “myself” and “natural” – so when we look back on the photos years down the road I’m looking at somebody I might still resemble.
But since I’m hiding behind this laptop screen (and a glass of pinot) I’ll confess another *small* side to the story :
I was lazy. Late to the game. Too pre-occupied to give a rat’s ass more.
I got my standard cut & highlights from my hairdresser. Actually washed my face morning & night. Kept a layer of OPI’s Nail Envy on my *natural* nails to keep them from looking too tomboy-ish.
That about covers it in the Effort Department.
Right now I’m at my “easy weight” – where I can be without any extra effort or restriction. I like where I’m at, and I’ve loved all the pictures I’ve seen.
(the 4.5” heels did a bang up good job stretching me out)
Sure, I could have done some more ab work and not relied so heavily on the Spanx to suck me in.
Yeah, a wrong turn created a little armpit flab over the strapless dress.
And fine, the measly muscle definition in my arms only came out while I was holding a completely full beer or my 10 lb bouquet.
But again, that’s ME. If I’d have gotten all jacked or went anorexic-skeletor on myself, I’d look back and constantly feel like a fat slob that likes beer & carbs too damn much. Spending a lifetime trying to get back to “wedding shape” doesn’t sound like fun. See, I was just looking out for future-Sarah’s well being!
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Anyways, on to the short term…
Sunday morning all the girls gathered bright and early in my room for an un-uglifying bootcamp.
Mimosas were drank in case anybody’s dress was a little too loose and needed filling out, ESPN was on in case anybody started feeling too girly, and my 98%-country iTunes library blasted as a reminder that even if we’re in the Big City we can still yeehaw to Garth like we were raised to.
A friend from high school (L’s cousin, actually) came to beautify us. She isn’t a professional, but she always looks so stinking cute you can’t help but trust her. Plus she wanted $35 for hair & makeup, TOTAL. I spend more than that in eye makeup remover when I do it myself!
With her arsenal of shellacs, aerosols, and a curling iron-wielding sister, they got us all photo-ready and gorgeous :
(I just blow dried – magic makeup/hair girls did the rest)