The weddings that weren’t
I’m going to a wedding this weekend and I’m feeling just a little jealous.
It’s been over two months since my wedding. It was everything my partner and I could have asked for, in four hours of pure awesome. The professional photos are stunning and capture how was very “us” it was. The wedding I’m going to this weekend is also very representative of the bride and groom — a guitar-themed, tequila-shooting wedding.
But a guitar-themed, tequila-shooting wedding is definitely not me… so why am I having wedding envy?
Embrace the awkward
I went to a wedding this past weekend and I really enjoyed the it. It was great. But what I did notice was that there were some SERIOUSLY awkward moments…
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.