Things were going so well. Colors picked, vendors hired, dress and veil bought. We were up and running and I was patting myself on the back along the way. Now this is how to plan a wedding. Not overdoing, over analyzing, over thinking. Efficient, certain decisions that would make me look like the queen supreme of brides-to-be. Planning a wedding is easy. Um, only if you live in Oppositeville.
I feel as if once our first choice for invitations was discontinued (see previous post, which appropriately had the word "stress" in the title three times), everything else became something I needed to look "further in to."
Exhibit A: my hair. For 36 years, I've pretty much been able to figure out what do do with it. But, now, all of a sudden, I have NO CLUE what to do with it for the wedding. Up, down, to the side, curled, straight...after two "trials" at the salon with a very patient hairdresser, I'm still not certain what's right. Note to self: schedule appointment for trial # 3. (Lisa, if you're reading this..sorry. I'm gonna toss you a line I heard a lot when dating: "It's not you, it's me.). But this time it's not a load of crap.
Exhibit B: the cake. We excitedly skip into our cake tasting appointment today and left unsure and unimpressed. Well, I was unsure and unimpressed. John was just happy to have free cake. Predictions? Anyone? Yup, appointment for cake tasting #2 somewhere else is already scheduled.
Exhibit C: the invitations. Those damn invitations. We had it locked it, decision made. But the invitation Gods laughed. After more searching, we found invitations we really liked...dare I say even better than the first ones. All right, things are looking up. Until on our way to our cake tasting, we spotted invitations we may like even more than options #1 and #2. Confused? Lost? Yeah, me too.
This evening, I was on the phone with my mom verbally expressing what I'm writing here and she says, (get this): "You're fine! It's only February.". Please refer to the title of this blog entry for my reply.
In some ways, she's right. I don't have to know what my shoes, hair and nails for the big day are going to look like at this point. But, the flip side of that coin is that there are some decisions (big ones) that need to be made pronto. And, like every bride-to-be before me, I will figure it out. And like every bride-to-be after me, I will stress, worry and obsess.
Don't get me wrong, though. I'm not trying to rush through or wish away planning our wedding. Because, I know, deep down, that in 115 days, I'll have the happiest, day of my life that will fly by in a flash. And in 116 days, I'll say to John, "Wow. It's ALREADY the day after our wedding."
