Francine just returned my call, and said that she'd be happy to make my wedding dress, assuming that she's still sewing when it's time to start threading needles. That's great news! Unfortunately, when I emailed her to show her the dress I've been ogling, I discovered that I apparently wrote her email address down wrong when she gave it to me over the phone. Shit. I took a stab at what I'd gotten wrong, and hopefully it will work this time. Hopefully...
On a lighter note, I didn't mind her calling me 'Michelle' because she pronounces it the right way / the way i like it / the french way. Mee-Shell. Gotta love that.
So today once Ryan and I are home, I'm going to drag him to the park down the street and take some photos of him that I can turn into some sort of art installation (or at least touch up, crop, and print to hang on the wall). Mayhaps I'll post them if I'm feeling zesty for all of you imaginary friends of mine out in the interweb. Heh.
On a lighter note, I didn't mind her calling me 'Michelle' because she pronounces it the right way / the way i like it / the french way. Mee-Shell. Gotta love that.
So today once Ryan and I are home, I'm going to drag him to the park down the street and take some photos of him that I can turn into some sort of art installation (or at least touch up, crop, and print to hang on the wall). Mayhaps I'll post them if I'm feeling zesty for all of you imaginary friends of mine out in the interweb. Heh.
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