I should preface this, for those who don’t know me in person (and who have been fooled by my wiles), that am I not what you would consider a “girly girl.”

I’m not a tomboy by any means. I love wearing dresses and skirts, I like shopping, nail painting is fun, and I really do like the color pink. Which are, of course, quite girly things. I think.

But when it comes to weddings, I’m realizing how much of the un-girl I really am. Part of it is due to my tendency towards the practical, which sometimes turns itself around into something impractical. When Christian and I were driving back from Tennessee on Sunday, we had a great time writing down names for the guest list and picking out hymns we wanted to be sung or played at the wedding. This I enjoyed.

But then we went to try on dresses, and I realized that I’m not enough of a girl to really enjoy it. I didn’t cry. I just thought, “How many more of these will I have to try on before we find one that looks OK enough?” And then we really starting digging into the guest list, and I realized that while I’m all for getting the things that we’ve listed on our registry, I don’t want to have to send invitations to my mom’s college roommate whom I’ve never met.

And I had all these grand plans for making the invitations to save money and be somewhat unique. Then I remembered: I am not even kind of creative. I have an idea in my head, but I’m quite certain the execution of it will be difficult.

So, with all that said, I’m starting to be quite overwhelmed with the prospect of planning this wedding. I have a cute pink notebook with dividers and labels in it to keep everything organized (which I’m quite good at), but what to put it in? What color should my bridesmaids’ dresses be? Where should I order the cake? Who will cater? I guess every wedding I’ve been to is so well put together that it all seems seamless. I hope mine appears that way, and I don’t mind doing a lot of the grunt work, but at this point, I’m not even sure where to start.

As I told someone on Facebook the other day, I’m kind of just hoping maybe my fairy godmother will show up soon. Any day now, surely.

I mentioned on a Facebook status that I got my hair cut, but because it’s really not that big of a deal, I didn’t feel like I needed to write an entire blog post about it.

Yet, here I am. Writing a post about it.

My hair is an interesting phenomenon. Sometimes I get wonderful compliments on it. Other times I’m embarassed to leave my bedroom.

I thought about going through all my pictures and letting you see my hair through the years, but it was too painful.

So here’s my hair just a couple weeks ago:

As you can see, my hair was long, thick and wavy. And I thought that by wearing it like I have it in this picture, my face looked thinner.

But clearly, I have not been watching enough What Not to Wear. My new haircut is, I think, way more flattering.

Observe.

This is the straightened version. Yesterday I used a flat brush to curl the edges under. And today before I straightened it, I just used the blow dryer to see how it looked, and it didn’t even look too bad that way.

I think this way is my favorite, though. See? My face looks at least 2.3 times thinner than in the first picture.

I don’t know why I’m making having a thin face my standard. I don’t really care that much about having a thin face. But it seems an easy way to compare.