Promises & Friendships
Well, I made two promises last night. It looks like I can only keep one.
I promised PW that I would march down to the bridal shop and order my bridesmaid dress this morning as apparently she was a little miffed and stressed about the whole thing. Apparently brides don’t like it if you put that off. Procrastination is not the bridesmaid’s friend. Well, it turns out that the bridal shop is not open on Mondays. They also have a sign that says they are by appointment only. Plus, they don’t have an answering service. You have to call between the hours of 10am and 4pm Tuesday through Friday. Like I’m going to be able to remember that.
She is going to be so pissed off at me.
So I’ve got to make a big sign or something that forces me to call at 10:01am tomorrow morning.
Oy.
The other promise I made, I made to myself and I managed to keep it, though I kind of got stressed out doing so. Yesterday I blew a gasket realizing that I’m hopeless as far as getting anywhere with my house on my own. So I promised myself to call around today. It’s frustrating because have you ever googled “personal organizer”? By the way, I tried calling Merry Maids as my first choice but they told me that they could not help me. It’s horrible to be rejected by Merry Maids as too big a job. So, finally I found a personal organizer in my area and I agonized over calling her for a bit. She’s not cheap either, but I finally called her and explained my personal situation and I talked to her a bit and I really liked her. She’s got a sunny personality on the phone. She sounded understanding and she sounded like she knew exactly what I was looking for — not someone to do the task for me but someone to work with me and help me figure out how to organize along the way so I’ll be able to maintain it later. She was pleased to hear that I want to purge too — though I think we might have a fight when it comes to the clothes closet. 
Anyway, it might take a good part of my savings but I think this is a positive move on my part.
The interesting coincidence is that as I was driving to work, I was thinking that PW was always the kind of friend who I could be myself around and never be ashamed to show how low I’d gone in my depressive states and she’d come over and help me clean up and she’d put on that annoying, loud pop music and roll up her sleeves and sing brightly and chat and we’d work together and it’d be done in no time and then I’d either cook us up something or I’d buy us dinner and we’d veg or something. Mind you, I’d done the same for her. We understood each other. It’s a rare friend you aren’t ashamed to show even your lowest moments to and who’s willing to roll up their sleeves and help you out.
O.K. 10:01am. It’s in my Palm Pilot. I’ve got stickies all over.
tags: wedding, personal organizer, friendship, depression
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on April 3, 2006 at 12:11 pm
Tamara said:
I think she will understand that you couldn’t get the dress if the store is closed!
I’m excited about the organizer. We could use one around here, but my hubby would probably never go for it, and we’re too in debt to afford it anyway.
on April 3, 2006 at 12:19 pm
n. mallory said:
Well, I just plain decided that I’m always using the mess as an excuse that I can’t move forward, so if I can eliminate the mess as a problem then I won’t have an excuse. It’ll be worth the money. And if she teaches me how to manage it so I don’t get so overwhelmed again, it’ll be worth the money.
on April 3, 2006 at 12:22 pm
Tamara said:
I think it’s a great idea! I hope it works the way you want. Hey, maybe you’ll also make a new friend. Or maybe that’s not how it works! Who knows…
The sad thing about us is that entropy truly does take over; I was fairly neat when I lived on my own, but now I have become kind of a packrat and disorganized — not quite to the extent of my hubby, but still. Why couldn’t I have rubbed off on him?
on April 3, 2006 at 3:54 pm
Robin said:
Weddings can turn the best of friends into Mortal Enemies, believe it! When my best friend got married, she chose me as her “matron of honor,” while ALSO choosing a “Maid of honor.” Which never really bothered me. It wasn’t til some time later that I realized that she chose the other person as well because she figured that person would be the more likely to throw her a good Bridal Shower (she was right)
on April 3, 2006 at 8:37 pm
n. mallory said:
Ah, well, I guess since I won’t be having a wedding, PW can have two. Though I’ll likely kill her for picking purple for the bridesmaids dresses this time.
I was the maid of honor for the first wedding. I suspect it’s heading that wait for this one though I’ve not officially been asked…and she’s right to be annoyed because I did put off taking the messurements for the dress and what with her being in England and me being in Maine, it’s not like she can be on my procrastinating case like last time when we were only a few miles away. 