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Don’t get me wrong; I am still very excited to marry Tell. But this whole wedding planning process could NOT have been more over-hyped. I chalk it up to Pinterest, wedding magazines and all the “woo” –ing brides on TLC. Apparently this is supposed to be “such a magical time in our relationship” and we should “cherish every minute because it goes by fast!” What everyone fails to mention is how utterly stressful it is to plan the biggest day of your life.
In addition to the big things (location, dress, flowers, etc.), there’s about a billion little details to decide. Like, do I use an inner and outer envelope or just the outer? Should I get my makeup done or risk trying my own skills? What kind of underwear do you wear with a wedding dress? What kind of stand should the cake be on? …I could go on for days.
So I’ve got my own list of to-dos working in my brain and along come the wedding-planning websites. I don’t know how I managed to sign up for at least five different sites, but I do know that every single one of them feels the need to email me on the 16th of every month with a countdown and “helpful reminders for the bride!” Their reminders are usually just a bunch of things that make me second-guess my decisions, or even worse, tell me to “tone-up.” …Thanks, theknot.com, I wasn’t aware that I was supposed to be in the best shape of my life! -_-
|Beach body, here I come.|
Some might say that by being a perfectionist, I put all this stress on myself. I can see where that makes sense. But there are outside contributors as well. For example, being newly engaged and all excited, I went wedding dress shopping in July. It wasn't like Say Yes to the Dress where those girls look beautiful in every single dress they try on. It was more like me and a Russian-speaking toothpick shoving myself into a bunch of horrible taffeta gowns until finally finding ONE I loved. Obviously, I went with that one. They told me it would take about four months to make, but whatever, we had the time. So November rolls around and I call to check on my dress and my little Russian friend tells me they got it, but it's the wrong color. Say wut? She proceeds to tell me that the order was submitted wrong but, "in a way it's good this happened to you since your wedding is in March." Say wut? I'll let that little comment slide under the excuse of a language barrier. They're rushing a new dress, but in the meantime I'm just over here like, if all else fails I've got a nice prom dress I can wear... better lay off the mashed potatoes.
So whether I'm a perfectionist doesn't really matter; this whole wedding planning thing is just determined make me hyperventilate. Not that it's all bad, I mean, registering was definitely all it was cracked up to be. But for the most part, I'm just ready to be married.