“The heart of the house,
the heart of the house,
all hail the godess..”
- “Heart of the House”, Alanis Morisette

In traditional Pakistani weddings, it’s an event called mehendi.  It’s when all of the women come over and annoint themselves with henna and make themselves gorgeous for the wedding.  They sing songs and eat good food, and basically.. well, hell, it’s basically Book Club without the grandeur of a literary ruse.

Tonight is our mehendi.

I am excited about this, because I can’t remember the last time I treated myself to a pedicure.  It’s been a few years at least.  I’m VERY excited about that.

I’m also, as much as I’ve bitched about it, excited about going tomorrow to have my hair colored.  I haven’t had my hair done professionally in six years. (Those of you who “know the rainbow” are probably not truly shocked.) But tomorrow I’m going and having many layers of red put in my hair.  It’s scary, since I’m not in control, but at the same time..

.. I’m anxious to give up the reins and be pretty for a little bit.

“I pay very little regard to what any young person says
on the subject of marriage.
If they profess a disinclination for it,
I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.”
- Jane Austen

I so wanted to be more put-together this week.  I wanted to every detail ironed out, every move planned, because I knew that I could have way more control if I had everything planned out.

Ha.  The thought of that makes me laugh now.

While we’re developing my “pre-wedding package” to be sold to about-to-be-brides, I offer a new inclusion: sleeping pills for the week before the wedding.  Any time my mind drifts from an already restless sleep, I wake up and begin thinking.  I plot details.  And before I know it, my alarm is set to go off in two minutes.  So I lay and listen to Bryan breathe and envy his ability to sleep soundly.  My time is coming, I know.  If I can just hang in there for a few more days..

So I ran errands all day yesterday and barely made it to BodyJam, but on the upside, I totally went and drug my blonde sister with me.  It was a great class, and I always forget how cathartic it is to sweat so heavily.  Jenni hung in there very well and I was proud of her.

Edit: Work is stressing me out a bit today.

So.. I’m a bit stressed today.  Pardon moi.