unacceptable folding chairs
Yuck. I, um, pitched a fit. Until right then I had no idea how much I disliked those chairs. And maybe my feelings on this issue are part of the magazine industry wedding machine – but especially for a wedding. Especially when perfectly acceptable rentals are available, and affordable. But no. If we wanted that place, it was those chairs or… well, those chairs.
No replacing the chairs – but covering them is allowed. Hmmm. Still, banquet chair covers seemed too fancy. Too shiny and white, or shiny and whatever. Too fancy for the rest of the barny-ness of the barn. Still, that got me thinking. 
And sewing. The ribbon here is all wrong, it was just what I had at hand at the moment. Forest green would be better.
That could work, right? With matching table runners? I mean, I hope so. I have 21 of them finished already.
I dreamed about your wedding last night. I dreamed that my dad and my sister came along, that you held it in some rich relative’s house (with a pool), and that your bridesmaids wore white while you wore a burgundy turtleneck and a brown corduroy skirt. I dreamed that everyone in your family was fighting and it started raining so we had to move inside where there wasn’t enough room. Then I realized I’d forgotten all of my memory cards and none of my batteries were charged while all of my chargers were home. Then I woke up, realized I wasn’t in Chicago, and went back to sleep to re-dream it to try to make it turn out better.
I think that’s a totally possible scenario, aside from you forgetting things which probably rarely happens. My outfit sounds cute, at least.