Sometimes, though, when it's painfully obvious that there's no work to do and I'm just "on call" for something, I start to dick around on the internet. One of my go-to time fillers is to google vintage inspired wedding dresses. Why? They're gorgeous. And hey, I'm a girl. It's essentially in my DNA to dream up wedding dresses. And I have a well buried love of fashion and I'm fascinated by clothes--but, I'm not very good at styling and I'm usually off the mark in some way or another. Basically, my style died somewhere in the 90's and I never got around to replacing it. Fashion is kinda like math to me. I'm good at basics, like addition/subtraction/jeans/cardigans/t-shirts/chucks; and bad at everything else, algebra/fractions/mixing prints/layering/accessories/high heels.
|Things I Need in Real Life for $500, Alex|
Anyway. Google image search Vintage Inspired Wedding dresses and you'll come up with some gems. They're lacy and theatrical and full of charm and character without looking cheap or gaudy. I love them.
|get out of heeeere|
And now that Facebook is my Big Brother and "suggests" which sites I might like in their sidebars based on what I've been googling, they of course suggested an ad for Dido Bridal, a site where you can get poorly made imitations of designer bridal gowns for 1/3 of the price. And of course, I clicked on it and wasted a good 30-40 minutes scaning through dresses. And then I found something very, very similar to a wedding dress I literally came up with in a dream two years ago and have fantasized about ever since but haven't come close to finding in a store. So that was pretty exciting.
And then I got an actual assignment so I stopped googling for a while. But then I finished the assignment and found myself with nothing to do. Back to the internet! Once again, on Facebook, there was an ad for Brilliant Earth, an ethical origin diamond supplier/jewler where friends of mine have had their wedding rings made. I figured, I already made the dress, why not make a ring? About an hour later, I settled on a design. It's not my dream ring, but it was one of those "well if I had to pick a ring from this site and this site only" deals. I've never shopped for rings for myself, because I always assumed I'd have my grammy's ring re-set and use that. Turns out I'm steering away from platinum settings and am really liking rose-gold. #reallyimportantrealizations
At that point, I was starting to feel guilty about my work day sans-work, and decicded that I should stop dicking around and find something productive to do (like stack like sizes of post-its in the supply closet), when Kristin showed me a customizable home office page on Crate and Barrel. And I definitely got sucked into different shelving and desk options and debates with Kristin and better shelving and desk options (we're a bit obsessed with home offices/craft rooms) for the better part of an hour and a half.
And, then it dawned on me.
Wedding dress? check. Not even planning a wedding.
Engagement ring? check. Nowhere close to being engaged.
Future home office? check. Homeless.
"Wow, I'm knockin' on sad girl door today," and that's when I received the following text from my mom: