We had a slightly inauspicious start to our wedding planning. In short, it was an emotional hellhole involving:
- Crying
- Bickering
- Dread
- Horror
- Resentment
- Confusion
- Mediation
- Bourbon (repeat as necessary)
It most definitely did not involve:
- Happily crafting handmade garlands
- Learning calligraphy
- Gocco-ing cocktail napkins
- Hunting down vintage dresses
- Making my own hair ornaments
- Designing whimsical and invitations representing our life together
- Hand printing goodie bags full of homemade peppermint marshmallows
I kept reading wedding blogs in a state of utter disbelief. How could all of these brides-to-be feel such joy when I was skating on the edges of Dante's Inferno?
Then we straightened shit out. It took a while, but things simmered down. I took a (long) break from planning, focusing on other things like thirteen hour work days and tumbleweed dustballs accumulating in all corners of the apartment. Recently, I got back into the swing of things. I compromised where it made sense, realizing that classic engraved invitations meant a thousand times more to my parents (purists to the end) than originality meant to me.
I made some good decisions, such as this
and this
and this:
Knowing we'd be in excellent hands, I started to get jazzed. At odd moments, I'd call Fauxhawk.
"Hey!" I'd say. "I'm excited to get married to you."
And The Hawk said he was excited too (even though the planning process has marginalized and rendered him completely irrelevant).
I'm sure there is more wedding torture ahead, but right now, it's feeling pretty good. Mark your calendars for April 24, 2010 blog babies!
