So, my mom and I went to the florist Saturday! I pretty much changed everything I had on my original contract. My indecisive side came out to play. :P

I changed my centerpieces and that made my quote go up. That sucked. But what can you do, I swear you can spend a fortune on a wedding.

My new centerpieces look like that picture up there.
Minus the white, they will be made up of black magic and freedom roses. So stoked about the black magic. My bouquet will also be a mixture of the two. So that is set.

After the florist my mom decided since the cake lady is directly across the street that we should go there to update my cake to go with my new damask-y feel. So we changed some elements, but it is still equally funky.

I ordered all my table square overlays off of etsy and got a free ring bearer pillow. So that was pretty schweet.

Got the DJ to send me the contract. CHECK!
Now all i have to deal with is the fact that i dont want to use the photog that i originally chose and gave him half of the money already :x I hope that my dad doesnt flip out when i tell him. Ahh. I just dont feel comfortable with him. He doesnt return my phone calls and he doesnt care about us because to him we are small on his list. He just was playing the cool salesmen the first time we met. I fucking hate that i fell into his schmoozy 'yeahh we're the best' shit. FUCKKK.

/vent