Thursday, June 12, 2008
Welcome! (NOTE: That's the cheeriest thing you will read in this post.)
So I guess the best place to start is the beginning, right? (Unfortunately, now I can't get Julie Andrews, a la "Sound of Music" out of my head, but it's a nice soundtrack to my saga, so I'm going with it.)
[Doe, A Deer, A Female Deer]
The beginning. Congratulate me! - I got engaged almost six months ago - a wonderful event, right? To fast forward: I have considered about 100 wedding venues - from museums to libraries to inns, in 2 countries, and 6 states and only have a headache, a dwindling wine collection, and the stirrings of what I'm sure is an ulcer to show for it.
[Ray, A Drop of Golden Sun]
When I got engaged I was sure I would be The Perfect Bride [montage of Martha Stewart and the pitter patter of Canon in D here]. Unfortunately, the more I've tried to plan, the more depressed I've become. Every other website is simply a reminder that I'm clearly an Inadequate Bride.* I've almost found myself wishing that I was a Bridezilla (because then at least I would be on a track to going down an aisle somewhere, even if it was to Hell). So mostly for my own therapy, but also in the hopes that there are some other women out there who are having a tough time with this wedding planning thing, I decided to start blogging on my experience and hopefully soliciting some others to share in comments (assuming anyone else puts in the words "hate" "wedding" "planning" "parents" "crazy" "stressed" into their search engine and comes upon this blog).
[Me, A Name, I Call Myself]
Just as a little background, I'm a 30-something year old woman, born in NY, raised in the great state of NJ, and currently living in MD. I wasn't the little girl who dreamed of planning a wedding, but I have wanted to find the wonderful person meant for me for a long long time. Don't be confused by my sarcasm, stress and anger. My fiance, aka, Mister Fiance (not to be confused with Mr. Mister, a great 80's band), is wonderful. He's caring, funny, smart and supportive. However, his dream wedding has always been to elope, so he's happy to support my efforts at planning, but isn't looking to take that Herculean burden off me anytime soon (not to mention that he doesn't have time). So the whole world is in MY hands. And lest you ask why we don't just elope - the answer is that I love the beauty and tradition of a wedding and being surrounded by friends and family. So I cannot give that up. Not yet.
*That being said, I have to say that there are a LOT of aesthetically gorgeous blogs and websites out there (http://www.stylemepretty.com/ I'm talking to you here) and I'm only depressed because I can't seem to make "that" (i.e., the Perfect Wedding or actually any wedding) happen. I'm pretty positive this isn't some grand scheme hatched by bridal magazines and bloggers intended to make me lose my marbles. (Not that that's not possible. After all, I've seen The Truman Show and I know how these things go. ) And now that I think about it, it probably IS a grand scheme by the wedding INDUSTRY so I spend gobs of money on perfect place cards, but I'm pretty sure that Barb Bride, out there, blogging alone at home, doesn't give a crap. She just wants to be a Pretty Pretty Princess.