stifling summer evenings

I used to paint. Organic things, mainly flowers, limbs or trees, etc. I painted because I felt like I had something in me that needed out but I couldnt speak it. I am there again as I contemplate wedding ideas. I have a vision that I cant put into words.

I browse these wedding sites and look under headings such as Flowers, Venues, Dresses. The more I look at these the more I realize that these people have no idea how to satisfy a woman whos main goal in life can be summed up in one word -simplicity.

I dont want to spend a lot of money, not because I dont have it (tho I dont) but because that just isn't me. I dont need to rent out Panthers stadium or have flowers shipped from across the world. I dont need the perfect dress; I dont know the difference between baby doll and sweetheart nor do i care what snotty woman or homosexual male made it. There has got to be a way to compromise cost without compromising class.

I can tell you this, it will be outside on a stifling summer evening. There will be music & laughter & candles but most importantly, I will be barefoot... because this is how a girl ought to spend a stifling summer evening.