After the quasi-rehearsal, we all grabbed a quick bite to eat and then started to get ready.
The hardest part of my entire wedding planning was finding someone to do my hair (and make-up). No one seemed to be available because it was a holiday weekend and others never returned my calls. At times it was a bit frustrating. But, in the end, I finally knew why I had to wait until the week of the wedding to secure someone to do my hair (and make-up).
She--the stylist--was at another salon. We had to wait for her to change jobs and then for her new employer who had turned me down before to go through a list of brides and see if they had found a hair stylist yet.
Why?? Because this stylist needed to hear about God's kindness. She needed to be encouraged in her faith. She freaked out and got goose bumps as I told her our story of God's grace in our lives. It meant a lot to her.
Did I enjoy the bumpy, emotional roller coaster ride of stylist after stylist rejecting me or accepting and then later declining? No, not at all. But, now looking back . . . I see God's hand in it.
This was one of the things were I was glad I was not "married" to any one idea. Because she totally didn't do what I had picked out from online photos, and she didn't do exactly what she had practiced on the practice day. But, it turned out to be something I liked, and that looked like "me" (my style) and still captured the feel of what I wanted (simple but elegant). [Oh, yeah, and I also wanted something that hid the fact that 85% of my hair was permed straight.] So, that's great!!
And, just for comparison, here is the trial run from a few days before the wedding:
Side note: It took me a long time to finally voice why looking "beautiful" was important. When I had a little meltdown over not yet finding someone to help with hair styling, Lawrance of course was like "What's the big deal. You are beautiful no matter what. You could come down the aisle with nothing done to your hair and no make-up and you would still be the most beautiful bride in the world to me." He was very kind and encouraging.
I knew he was right. I knew beauty is all in the eye of the beholder and only skin deep. I knew my mom was right--that I'd glow because of the day and day's events.
But . . . I wanted to "feel" beautiful too. I wanted to "feel" special. Since I'd permed my hair straight, I felt like I had no idea how to make it "nice" or wear it more formal. Curly hair is so much easier!! And, I wear very little make up on a day to day basis. I wanted a little something that looked natural and accentuated the positive.
At times I felt very vain for wanting to feel beautiful . . . but . . . this was a special day, so I wanted to feel and look special too.