Why my wedding isn’t about me, and it never was
Every time I come up with an idea, I get someone complaining how it is not suitable for them, always followed by “but it’s your day you should do what YOU want.” But my wedding isn’t about me, and I wish people would stop telling me that it is. Here’s why…
I blow my nose on dirty socks: why my wedding won’t reflect who I am
My wedding — as an event — will not represent me as a person, because that person rarely brushes her hair, would rather sleep for five more minutes than shower, and can’t cut paper in a straight line. I’ve always secretly dreamed of unleashing my long-suppressed inner fancy bitch for the “big day,” princess style.
I promise not to let being the center of attention go to my head: My vows for wedding planning
Wedding planning getting you down or feeling overwhelming? You might to exchange wedding planning vows with Offbeat Bride Brigitte Fires. Yes, we said “wedding planning vows” — maybe the second most important vows you’ll ever make.
Wedding stress: why is everyone stressed out but me?
I had an almost “Anti-Bridezilla” moment — “I don’t care which shade of teal they are! If I’m not dealing with wedding stress, why is everyone else stressing?!”
The 9 ways I’m making our vow renewal better than our not-so-great wedding
Our wedding planning began well, it did not continue that way. Our 2009 wedding was endured rather than enjoyed by our guests and ourselves. Blame is useless. I cannot undo what has been done. But I knew there was a way to create new, happy, memories… my husband and I could have a vow renewal! This time I want to enjoy the planning. I want to look forward to the day. I want our family and friends to enjoy the event. So in the five years since our wedding, I’ve reflected on how I can make the vow renewal planning a much better experience than wedding planning was. Here are my top nine realizations…
Who the hell cares: important lessons from partners who aren’t as interested in wedding planning
One detail that’s been plaguing me ever since I bought my dress has been figuring out what I’m going to do with the length. So I go back and forth, back and forth, on this decision. The past six weeks or so, I was gung-ho about getting it shortened. Then, one night, I was telling my partner about how I was once again reconsidering. While I listed out the pros and cons of leaving my dress full-length, I could see his eyes begin to glaze over. “Mm-hmm,” he said as I talked, stifling a yawn. Which was when I realized: Who the hell cares?