So when the deerest Future Husband and I got engaged, there was this incredible field of pinwheels at the garden. I was in love with how shiny and pretty it looked and (in addition to just having gotten engaged) the whole effect made me so happy. Cue the wedding planning and when FH and I were discussing things to incorporate into the wedding, we both liked the idea of pinwheels, or at least, little touches of pinwheels. We thought it would be sweet and a unique tie in to our engagement story.
It seems that everyone
But despite seeing so many of these folks doing the same thing, I still really love the idea of pinwheels. So, should I just buck up and go with my own thing, despite it having been done before? Or should I try and buck with the norm and try and figure out something different with only 97 days to go?
This just makes me chuckle.
So apparently, there’s this hand dandy bridesmaid contract. That sort of came off the heels of this news story about a bride who sent out a faux contract to her bridesmaids and it went viral before people realized it was a joke (some of her bridesmaids included). It’s supposed to be a joke. Supposed to be.
And then you read the article that accompanies it and you realize that there’s this big heaping grain of truth to it. Not all brides to be are raging control freaks hell bent on micromanaging every detail, but there are plenty that seem to be thrown off by changes to their “overall vision.” I felt bad just asking my bridesmaids to hurry up and order before the etsy seller ran out of the fabric.
I suppose I can understand where these nagging desires to make everything just so come from: it’s your party and you’ll have them crying about taffeta if you want to. But at some point can’t there be some smidgeon of reasonable acceptance? Yes, you can plan your amazing over garden venue, but you cannot plan for beautiful weather. Yes, you can triple check with every single one of the vendors that they know when to be there, but you can’t stop the caterer from getting a flat tire because of a pothole.
Maybe it’s because I’m less than 5 months away from the wedding, but I’ve sort of accepted the fact that something probably will go wrong on my wedding day. And most likely, it won’t be anyone’s fault. Why stress and worry if all you’re ever guaranteed to get is an ulcer?
I want my friends and family to have a nice time. Scratch that. A rocking, fun, groovy evening. But I don’t care if someone spills lemonade or if the officiant runs late or my bridesmaids stage a revolt because sometime between now and then they’ve decided I belong in a straight jacket. I just wanna marry my Mr.
While I’ve personally never known a crazed bridezilla, I know there are some of y’all that have. Would you please care to share your horror stories?
Speaking of Bridesmaids, these are the dresses that all my ladies just bought this weekend. They’re from Etsy shop Coralie Beatrix and we’re all super excited to see them come in. We bought her all out of the Indian Summer Rust (which is pictured above), but she has so many other BEAUTIFUL dresses.
One of the funniest movies I’ve seen. And that’s irrespective of my bridal status.
In fact, while the bridal party setup was more of a catalyst for the ladies to start being hilarious together, the movie was less about weddings and more about funny women being funny. Totally enjoyable even if you’re not a bride or involved in a wedding.
Check it out.
Chapel in Arkansas
Ugh, I die. It is practically perfect. But my favorite fixture? The man worshiping upfront.
If you like it then you should have put a ring on it, right, Bey?
Monday, I forgot to wear my engagement ring. To be honest, as someone who almost never wears jewelry (except maybe necklaces that I can slip on over my head), I’m a little bit surprised I went almost a month without forgetting it.
But, if there’s anytime I didn’t want to forget it, it was a Monday when I’m work right after a trip from Richmond when I happen to have red puffy eyes. About the eyes: my allergies have been much feistier than usual and had turned my eyes into itchy orbs of red jell-o. I looked like I had been crying all night the night before. That, plus no ring… People around the office kept giving me looks of “concern.” It was awkward to say the least.
But I went to the doctor’s and got allergy drops for my eye and then put the ring on as soon as I could.
I know the ring is just a thing, but I felt weird without out. And it made me feel bummed about it all day. My fiancé’s suggestion was to simply never take it off, but I usually take it off to shower or to sleep. I never want to forget it again and I hope I never well, but I know it could happen.
Hopefully it never coincides with allergy attacked eyes.
Days that is. I have 157 days left until I get married to my lovely Mr.
We have a location. I’ve got the gown. Save the dates juts arrived. And we’ve only been engaged for 19 days. To be fair, I knew the proposal was coming (he’d already had dinner with my folks to ask for their blessing the Monday before) and we knew we wanted to get married for a while. What I didn’t know when marriage was put on the table that he wanted a short engagement. We were discussing an engagement and he said “October.” It made sense. We have lots of family birthdays starting at the end of October and in November. Then there’s Thanksgiving and Christmas and more birthdays and things. It’d have to be October or probably wait over a year.
Less than six months from engagement to aisle. For some it seems like too short and others too long. Mr. and I are committed to making it work. We love each other and we respect each other and dammit, we want to be married to each other. Even if the ideas of timelines and planning and oodles of stamps and hardly any money for a budget kind of overwhelm me. Those things are just things. I’m ecstatic to be marrying my man.
I started this up as a place to share my thoughts about the planning process and as a way to sort of spill. I’m not stressed, it’s just so many blogs out there focus on the romance of the whole planning process.
Figuring out what kind of card stock weight one wants for an invitation is hardly romantic. Most of it is ridiculous. Yes, the wedding is an expression of love, but life is a bungle of silliness. I may kvetch here, but I’m also gonna try and keep it light.
Not everyone gets Westminster Abbey, but hopefully everyone gets to laugh.
I know I shouldn’t post a picture of my dress before the date, but I couldn’t resist. It’s understated, but elegant, yes?