Any good southern girl knows this phrase from Steel Magnolias. And today I am channeling my inner Shelby.  During lunch I ran to Michael’s, yet again, to look for ribbon for my bouquet.  I finally have my sash so I wanted to match the ribbon to the sash.  Well this seems as though it might be an impossible task.  After much debate I finally decided to go with a lighter brighter pink.  I like the color and it seems to match a bit better then the other pinks I found.

I feel like my wedding is going to end up having about 50 shades of pink.  I know this stuff can’t match exactly but still I was hoping for something a little bit more uniform.  I guess this comes from jumping the gun and buying a lot of things at the beginning.  But I love my invitations and those can no longer be found.  So I guess I will have to wait til I get home and see exactly how all of this goes together.  Hopefully it will all coordinate and I can stop stressing.  Until then I’ll just keep looking at my shades of blush and bashful (seriously I have no idea what the colors really are) and try to fight off the anxiety.

*In other news hurricane Tomas hit St Lucia over the weekend.  I didn’t realize a hurricane was down there til another knottie starting talking about it was headed for Jamaica.  After that I saw that St Lucia had been hit.  Thankfully our TA updated us to let us know the resorts were fine.

~k