Indian food for lunch.
At noon, we had wedding dress work to do. Mom and I went to Carolyn's, the person who is making my dress (and mother of one of my bridesmaids, Mireille). Carolyn had made a muslin mock-up of my dress that was to my satisfaction, and one of Mom's mother-of-the-bride dress that was not. Mom doesn't want to look matronly, and the fact that the dress was basted muslin didn't really help, but I suggested some modifications that I think will help. It's a simple sleeveless gown with a short bolero jacket. We decided to make the skirt more A-line and add some godets at the bottoms for more of a tulip shape.
The next chore was fabric. My dress has three layers (lining, primary fabric, and a sheer outer gauze), and I already had the outer one. Mom didn't have anything. We drove to Pacific Fabrics and browsed for a bit. We decided to make my remaining two layers from the same material, a pale ice blue satiny material with the smooth side facing in for the layer, and out for the primary. Mom's was much harder. We found several patterned fabrics we liked for the bolero, but nothing we really liked for the gown that also matched the bolero. Because part of the problem with the gown fabric was that a lot of the fabrics were just boring, we finally decided to forget the bolero fabric for the time being and pick the fabric we liked best for the gown. This was a slinky, satiny turquoise fabric with a slight wrinkle pattern for texture. We didn't find ANY bolero fabrics to match it, so we picked out some veil material for me and went to the cutting counter.
Just as we were getting ready to pay, I yelled "what is THAT?!?" and flung myself across the counter. What it was was a bolt of dark turquoise velvet on the floor under the counter, with a large crushed-line pattern of roses where the lighter color of the crushed velvet exactly matched my Mom's gown. IDEAL. We nabbed it and left victorious.
In the parking lot, we ran into Lori Gagnon, one of my old friends from grade school. She's doing great, which was nice. We dropped Carolyn off at her house, got a red tea/wildberry smoothie at Tullys (better with a little scoop of vanilla ice cream), and briefly stopped at the scrapbook store. We didn't find what we were looking for, but we did run into family friend Roby and his daughter Hannah. Roby did our roof, Mom used to babysit Hannah, and wife/mom Kim is doing my hair for the wedding.
After THAT, we stopped at a toy store to see if they had something, noticed our local florist is out of business, and then went home and collapsed.