[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Just kidding. I haven’t turned evil… yet. Then again, we haven’t made any concrete plans, so who knows what I am capable of? Muhaha. We are visiting our first potential venue this coming week, but until we have an actual date set, it’s difficult to do things like, um… send out save the dates. Or reserve a moon walk (some people call them moon bounces or bounce houses. Those people also happen to be wrong.).
I’ve been all over Pinterest, however, pinning flowers and cakes and basically anything Martha Stewart has published in the past decade.
I’ve also been perusing various wedding magazines and I’ve got to tell you, the pictures are pretty, but most of the words make no sense. Take, for example, this article by David Tutera. You may have seen his terrifying television show? According to David, a bride’s mantra should be “This is my day.”
After marching around our living room chanting “This is my day!” in my sweaty boxing outfit earlier this week, I found it prudent to assure Nick that our wedding day will be our day, not my day. Imagine if Nick turned into a groomzilla? That would be amazing. Regardless, if that article is at all representative, the bridal industry thrives on
tools tulles the self-absorbed. (Maaaan, I crack myself up.)
Then there are the ubiquitous countdowns, found in every, single magazine I’ve creepily bought. Could they be any more anxiety producing?
Holy crap! I’ve only been engaged for a few weeks, and I am not sure when the wedding will be, but Lord, have mercy. I’d better ask my fiance what his groomsmen plan to wear! And then I need to register for silverware and random kitchen gadgets! And then I need to demand that my sister shrink by several feet so she can serve as both maid of honor and flower girl!
Thanks, but no thanks, crazy magazines.
For the time being, I am just happy to be focusing on the fact that we’re happy. And lucky. And excited. And engaged. And (mostly) not totally demented.
Also On Tap for Today:
- Prep for tomorrow’s long run (i.e. don’t eat ice cream)
- Try not to get hit by a satellite
- Sparkling Chardonnay! Yay! 🙂
What’s the wackiest thing you’ve witnessed at a wedding?