It's sort of horrifying that if you do a Google Image search for pictures of "stressed bride" you mainly get pictures back of brides LOSING their f-ing MINDS. The photo above is one of the few I could find that didn't make me feel like I was succumbing to some kind of crazy sexist bridezilla mongering. This is the cultural signifier for bride-dom I guess, just lots of pictures of women turning into raging you-know-whats...there were even several cartoon images of brides dragging their grooms around by the hair.
Yikes.
Please don't concern yourselves, Shanti-towners...there are very few things in this world that could compel me to drag my groom around by his hair. One would be if there was some kind of natural disaster, he was passed out, and for some reason the only part of his body that I had access to, in order to rescue him from the burning building or what-have-you, was his hair. The second would be if he thought that it would be fun.
I can't think of a third right now...
Which is a nice segue into my next point: that, currently, I am having trouble keeping much of my focus on anything that isn't wedding related. I'm mustering all my non-wedding energy to get my ass to class both to practice and to teach, but that means, unfortunately, that my blogging/podcasting/ruminating has fallen a bit by the wayside. Temporarily.
I've been feeling particularly guilty about this, as I have lots of new readers...hello out there! Who I'm very excited to have here. (Um...whom? Should that be "whom I'm very excited to have here"?) And I just want you to know that I'm around, I haven't gone anywhere, I've just been solving last-minute dress and venue issues and generally obsessing about all things wedding, and am determined not to accidentally turn Shanti-town into a wedding blog in the interim! So, you'll just have to forgive me if my posting regularity dwindles to only once or twice per week over the next couple months.
I love you, Shanti-towners and I am, at this very minute, composing a juicy post about open hips, butchering of Indian names, and why I shouldn't pretend to know more about Indian holidays than I do....Oh, and why Louis C.K. is a goddamn genius.
Stay tuned!!
