I'm in the middle of planning a wedding. It is very weird. At first I balked at the idea - weddings are stuffy and formal and generally not who I am. I don't do dinners that require precise utilization of different sized forks. I don't care about fanfold vs pyramid folded cloth napkins. Emily Post has no place in my life. And what the heck is handfasting?
So, when we got engaged and everyone asked about our wedding... I just had nothing to say. I didn't know when. I didn't know what or how or what kind. Unlike (seemingly) every other girl, I never sat around and envisioned a wedding in my head. That's just not how I roll. It still isn't.
But then I started looking around on the internet, and there are other people out there who cringe at the idea of petits fours and chiffon. They still got married. They had awesome weddings. They did things themselves and it turned out cool. I started thinking...
...Well, okay. Maybe I can do that.
I began looking at wedding dresses online. And I took my sisters shopping with me. And I found a dress that is pretty but not stodgy. And I investigated reception sites and imagined where my brother-in-law will look best making a drunken buffoon out of himself. And I started building my bouquet. And... And.. And...
Now,while I sit and eat lunch I think, why yes, that would be a good alternative to the traditional guest book.
Somehow I am in 100% wedding mode, and that is alright with me. I'm going to do it my way and it will rock - trust me. If you get an invite in the mail, consider yourself one of the lucky elite few, and remember that no one will be there to judge you if you grab the wrong fork. Come and I have fun. I know I will.