So I went over my mum's tonight and my sister did my hair and make up trial. Something about the whole experience felt very prom-y to me (probably because I don't feel grown up enough to be getting married?). I half expected to throw a tiara on and jump in my friend's minivan with my high school date.
(don't be hatin' on my stylish work outfit, you know you love my sweater vest...also, not sure if you can see but she did a french braid across the top of my head and half way around my head too which I loved)
(close up with my hair piece)
I would just like to mention how much I completely adore my sister and how totally psyched I am that she is doing my hair and makeup. She did a fabulous job and we talked and gossiped and drank Marylou's coffee and ate sesame chicken (aka candy chicken) while my mom snapped pictures.
These are the moments that get me soooooo jazzed for the wedding day.