The last of you lovely ladies to get hitched did so over three years ago. It was a fabulous, gorgeous, wonderful, pretty damn perfect good time. I loved it. I loved being the Maid of Honor, I loved all the hustle and bustle and flurry of activity ahead of time, I loved how totally and completely beautiful everyone looked, loved the details, the food, the dancing, the ambiance, the everything. It was like something out of a magazine. Or, rather, it was like something out of a wedding blog.
Which brings to me to my first point, both of this post and this entire new blog-e-lement: Oh. My. God. Have you visited the Wedding Porn blogosphere of late? It. Is. IN. SANE. Insane, girls, I'm not kidding. Like crackity crack crack crack crazy insane: make your eyes roll in pleasure and rot your teeth out of your head nutso.
Don't believe me? Let me introduce you to just one such needle in the arm of a jonesing bride: Once Wed. This ain't your mama's Martha Stewart Weddings, my friends. And it's not your older sibs' The Knot.com, fluffy poufta ballgown and a hundred giant centerpieces to return before hopping on the plane to the Bahamas either. This is all kinds of vintagey, DIY, homegrown, unique, unusual, interesting, and (most importantly) photojournalistically chronicled wedding shenanigans. And it's fucking crazy.
That's just one of about a hundred similar sites wildfire-speed spreading out in the net verse, by the way (don't worry, I'll link to a few more for your I-should-be-working-right-now-shit! time wasting pleasure). There are all kinds of angles being covered out there: Do-it-yourself, backyard weddings, weddings under "X" thousand bucks, Offbeat weddings for kookoo alternative types from Seattle with tattoos and dyed hair and a fondness for hula hoops (secretly love it, love it all). Intimate weddings, destination weddings, big glamorous Old Hollywood themed weddings, Circus-themed weddings (LOVE. IT.), loft weddings, art gallery weddings, Farm/Barn weddings (pay attention, loves), old-timey depression era weddings (ditto)... it's like someone fed the Wedding Gremlin after midnight and now the multiplying is beyond the control of mortal man.
Now, the one of you that got married the second most recently was all the way back in 2005, which is practically infant baby gaga time in the realm of wedding planning. That was like, notebooks and pencils and pages torn out of Brides magazine and Martha Stewart Weddings. And yet, you managed to have a totally beautiful, serene, intimate, sweet, gorgeous, touching, connected wedding all the same. Of course I do realize that it was practically a full time job to plan and execute the whole affair...
Which brings me to my next point, and thus the truest reason for this blog-a-rena: It is a fucking full time job to plan even a simple, homey, just-like-a-party-but-a-little-bigger-and-with-slightly-more-stuff-to-do-while-eating-and-drinking-and-shmoozing wedding. It appears to be a shit-ton of work, cost an unbelievable amount of money, and require WAY too many decisions be evaluated and considered and finalized along the way. Amby does not approve, I just want to go on record as having said that.
And that having been said, I need your help. Not, like, a ton of help, just a little bit of feedback, from you, my lovely crew of attendants and friends, as the planning begins in earnest. It's a new year (the one in which I will apparently be wed, or so I am told, if all goes according to plan, or plans as yet to come into conceptual being let alone be fruitionified) and June will be here before I know it, and, well, I guess I have some decisions to make. So unless we act on the recent fantasies about saying fuck it all to an actual wedding and running off to Scotland (where have you heard that before? and how many years ago? no matter, cause it still lives on mighty strong in the hearts and minds that reside in the Sanders/Mills household, I gotta tell you), it would appear that there are quite a few details to sort and settle on, some of which will directly involve you (dresses!) and some which will be peripheral (why can't the recessional song be Mena Mena, as done by the Muppets?) and others which will only matter to me, the crazed-eyed Bride (OH. MY. FUCKINGGODI'MABRIDEWHATTHEHELL?) and possibly the deer-in-headlights man who will playing the part of the Groom in this little orchestration.
Ready? Two-four-seven-13-24-HIKE! Er... Let's GO!
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First of all, let me just say I'm shocked at the football reference. Amby?
ReplyDeleteSecond, I'm still getting used to this blog thing, so I hope I'm doing this right. Do you want me to continue to comment here, or via email?
Third as an aside, I love the different shaped little glass bottles with single flowers, I think it would be beautiful and it reminds me of you.
Finally, I think eclectic works, as long as you really like each individual component you bring to the decor and feel-- then it will end up feeling like you two. I think the sentiment of a wedding (or what makes me always tear up at least)is when you are watching two people join together, and you "get it." Meaning you can see their lives-- past and present -- there before you. And you are so excited and touched by their journey. And you celebrate this special brand of love, unique to these two people.
Most of that sentiment comes directly from feeling the energy of the bride and groom. And the decor, the "theme," that's all just to help set the mood for us visual creatures. And lets face it, the two of you are complicated, multi-faceted people, and your journey is already well underway. To bring a bit of the feel and essence of both of you to this day, its going to have to be more than just one style, just one theme. Your theme by definition is "its not that simple, but that's because there are so many things to love and be passionate about."
But remember, I'm not the one who had the wedding that would be fit for the magazines, and I do think that when you bring in a mix of styles, its important to 1) tie it together with color and 2) accept that it won't look perfect.