I love my sister. Really, I do. But she has the ability to focus on minute details that would give Martha Stewart a run for her money. If it's not obsessing about the exact shade of color for the ribbon on her dress, it's making sure that she's found "perfect" matching outfits for my boys to wear to her wedding. Oh, and they aren't even *in* the wedding. Apparently, I'm either incapable of dressing them appropriately for this event or she just wants an excuse to pick out linen John-Johns because she misses having small children to shop for. I prefer to think it's the latter.
So now she wants to lower the neckline on the wedding gown. She's headed over here right now so that we can see how much lower she wants it. At first she just said, oh, go by the picture and lower it as much as the girl in the photo. Doh! I told her that I have know earthly way of knowing that particular model's measurements and how those would translate on her body. Of course, she *would* wait until the dress is almost completed before wanting this done. She wants to hurry because it will affect which jewelry she wears.
If I don't kill her before the wedding, please, someone bring me a stiff drink, pull me out of the fetal position and convince me to stop banging my head on the floor.
lisa