2012 is going to be great. Never mind that Mayan prophecy. I am pretty sure about it as so far I see nothing but sunshine and good signs. Of course, it’s only been 4 days, but I am convinced my two predictions for 2012 will come true. Here we go:
1) Obama will win again and therefore I will get to wear my Obama dress every week at least once.
2) There is a football match planned on our wedding day (Netherlands-Denmark) But –oops- there happens to be a bomb alert causing the match to be cancelled. Very lucky, as I will not have to wear an orange wedding dress then and have a tacky football wedding.
So… no orange, but what should it be instead? My friend M, my sister and I went on a mission to buy a wedding dress in one day. To make sure that we would succeed I had done some rigorous research trying on my future mother in law’s dress. And my mom’s wedding dress. And google helped me to find a shop called Cinderella. Cinderella is my favourite story of all times and I have read it at least 4000 times, so this store had good karma.
I tried on Sissi dresses. And lace dresses, purple and green dresses. Hideous dresses. Gothic black dresses and off-white-I-look-sick-as-my-skin-and-dress-are-the-same-colour dresses. Princess dresses with pearls and dresses worth 6 months of salary. After an hour or so I got a tiny panic attack in the fitting room, and I wished I had inherited more of my mom’s hippy mindset. When I tried her dress on I asked her where she had bought it her response was: ‘Oh you know, it was my favourite dress and your father liked it too, so I decided to wear it for the wedding and your dad wore purple trousers and Spanish boots that were very fashionable those days’. Good Lord, if only it were the late seventies, my problem would have been solved. I could have worn my favourite Obama dress.
But like I said, 2012 is going to be great, the stars are aligning and everything will be fine. I know, because my credit card didn’t fail me when I finally tried on the right dress and paid. It must have been a sign. And I know because I just ate 19 chocotoffs while writing this, but I just checked and it looks like I am still the same size as an hour ago. So I’m guessing the dress will probably still fit me. And I know because friends that live on the other side of the world are booking their tickets to be there. It may be the end of the Mayan calendar, but even if it rains apocalyptically that day, and I end up dancing on rain boots in the mud, 2012 will surely rock.
