last one standing...

ok! i must have gone temporarily insane last night. either that or all the talk about weddings and marriage around me lately have seeped into my subconscious and begun to make me do things i wouldn't normally do. what, you may ask, have i gone and done this time? well, not really sure what prompted it or even how i got there, but i started looking at, hold on, you sitting down for this? ok, i was looking at wedding dresses! *gasp*

for those of you that know me, you know that i am so not that girl. i am not charlotte from sex and the city. i mean, if i'm gonna be really honest, i guess there is a little tiny charlotte hiding deep down inside, very well hidden beneath multiple layers of carrie and a very slight touch of miranda sprinkled on the top.

what is so incredibly unbelievable is that i didn't sleep this ridiculousness off. i actually woke up this morning thinking about the design i want. then, later in the day, i actually drew sketches. and then, i actually spoke with one of my dearest friends all about the fabrics i want to eventually use and what can i use in the meantime to make a mock up of it.

i have seriously done lost my mind!

i do have at least some solitude in the fact that, more than likely, this has been prompted by some current events.

i mean, well, it's almost official. i say almost because there's no ring yet. but the fact remains. if things continue as they are right now, in a few months i will officially be the last one standing!

at least the last of my college friends. it's sort of like playing matrimonial musical chairs and someone turned the music off, everyone else grabbed a chair, and i must have missed the cue. cause i'm still standing.

granted, i haven't really seen a chair that i fancy enough to want to commit to. nor strong enough to hold me up when i do need to rest. nor comfortable enough to want to spend the rest of my life with. but i am certainly hoping that God has a back room somewhere where He's working on my chair. i mean, if i go peeking in other rooms, rooms where i know i don't belong, i see a few chairs laying around, just waiting for someone to fill them, but then i remember, those chairs weren't made for me. so i take a look around the room i'm in, the room i do belong in, hoping that maybe, just maybe, while my eyes & mind were elsewhere, God slipped my chair in. and sometimes i do see a nice, new, handsome chair. and i start to walk towards it, hoping this time i'll be able to sit down, be able to rest, but then, seemingly out of nowhere, some other girl races in and seats herself in the very chair i was eyeing. bollox! foiled again!

oh well, i think someone just turned the music back on. time to start marching around that circle again. someone, please, tell God to finish on that chair. my legs are really getting tired.