Who knew mason jars would fit in at a downtown Chicago wedding? Not this girl. And while I’m thoroughly over the “let’s pretend we’re barn people and have wildflowers and hazy pictures and rustic drinks in a mason jar at our wedding” trend, there are elements of this that are lovely. Take, for example, the skyline, or the mismatched china, or the estate pieces.
No, not me. I spent another day on a tech support phone call. But that’s another story for another day.
Remy, meanwhile, spent the day across the hall since the building was doing maintenance in my apartment. Apparently, she was quite sad when I left, but perked right up when she was fed a little bit of prosciutto and left to watch the Food Network all day. According to both her Aunt D and Uncle Jesse (we laugh at the “Full House” reference, too), she was positively angelic. I’m not sure if I should be proud or terrified for the raging excitement that will happen when I pick her up.