456 Days to Go: And I am FREAKING OUT about colors.

Confession: I don't exactly remember what my dress looks like, and by exactly, I mean actually. I can sorta picture the neck line, and a I have a vague recollection of the train (almost called in a skirt), but beyond that...not a damn clue. This is the most important dress of my life (let's be honest, it's probably the only dress of my life...well, there was prom) and I couldn't describe it for a sketch artist. WTF?

This little confession is a segue to a much bigger confession: I don't have the damnedest notion for to my colors. The problem: I like everything. Burgundy and cream? Oooo, that's pretty. Plum, gold, and burnt orange? Like that too. Chocolate and mint? Now I just want ice cream. Lavender and smoke? Hot stuff. Merlot, latte and fuchsia? Despite my best judgment, yes.

It's all sooooooo pretty. Okay, I lied about the lavender and smoke, but a fall wedding just lends itself so readily to every freaking possible color combination on the effing wheel, and I have ADD (seriously, I do. Adult ADD, formerly just childhood ADHD. Scout's honor). I mean EVERYTHING sounds good, EVERYTHING looks soooo good, and this would all be much easier if I knew exactly what my dress looked like and exactly what color it was.

I do know a few things:

While I love red, and I love brown...they do not love each other. Merlot is not aubergine, no matter how much I like the sound of the latter. Claret is the color, chalet is a word I made up in my brain. There is no "A" in burgundy. Despite my best efforts, gold may be on the guest list, burnt orange too.

And regardless of color, decorations, venue or food, I'll get to spend the rest of my life with this guy:




Don't worry, I'm still freaking out.