Hello, and welcome to my blog.
Aren't weddings wonderful? The flowers, the elegance, the romance, the attention and OH GOD that moment when you finally get to shout, "Yes!" to the perfect dress while your dear old granny dries her tears with your old blue borrowed handkerchief. It makes since that despite the divorce rate, and the knowledge that a marriage is a three-ring circus; the engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering, girls still line up down the block to get married whether they have found that special someone or not.
Weddings seem wonderful, they do. Even I, whoever I think I am, fell victim to these fantasies. It took, oh I don't know, about a day of being engaged to realized planning a wedding is a nightmare at worst, and quite humorously dire at best. All of the sudden you have all of these relatives, who are they? And your parents have all these demands, who ARE they? And $10,000 seems like pocket change.
As my fiance so eloquently put it, "Romeo and Juliet were lucky they killed themselves before they planned a wedding."
And yet with all of this madness, and mistakes, and pressure, it is wonderful. All the hard work and headaches are worth it when you get to look into the eyes of the one person you can stand on this planet, as crazy Aunt Mirdle, and your jealous bridesmaid who didn't want to wear green even though green is your wedding color, and everyone fades away as you say two magical words binding your lives together.
With this crazy wonderful business that wedding planning has become I felt I had to document my experience; the good, the bad, the blues, and the wrong purple hues, because having a wedding is just to wonderful to not laugh at the horrible planning process.
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