This bride is everything that a bride should be. If I could harness but half of her sass, I would consider myself a lucky and awesome bride indeed. There is quite a bit to be said about sending something as seemingly glitzy as sequins into the simplicity of sunsets and orchards. It makes for a very lovely juxtaposition.
I think I will keep all of this in mind. Thanks to this bride for showing me that your dress can be a very literal extension of your own free spirit.
Peep the rest of this magic here.
Not more than five minutes ago, I did something that I would have found inconceivable one year ago: I just declined an admissions offer for a PhD program. Last year, though, I had been rejected to everywhere I applied, so having anyone say yes would have made me jump out of my pants, regardless of whether or not I would have regretted it in the long run.
That whole concept of regret is not something that is often brought up in the grand scheme of wedding planning, but it is definitely one that will likely present itself at one point or another during that process. Hopefully, not with regard to the fiancé. But hey, if you’re with the wrong guy, have the courage to realize that before it is too late. But no, don’t worry, my issues with regret having nothing to do with Nicholas. Instead, it has to do with this ongoing war that has been raging in my head in trying to decide what it is that I really want for my wedding, what I’ve been told that I should be wanting, what I may only want because I see someone else has it, and what I might secretly want but never even thought to consider.
(Follow the jump to read about my regretful predicament with regret…)
Remember my brief love affair with destination weddings? It lasted only about a day, but in that short period of time, I fell in love and I fell hard. I was soon snapped back to reality by Nicholas, who told me that a destination wedding just wasn’t feasible because both of us have family members whose health would prevent them from being able to make long voyages. Apparently, we’ve both been somewhat naive with this. But that naivete may just change everything for the better.
March was quite the event-filled little minx. In that expanse of 31 days, I turned 27, I finally said good-bye to unemployment, I got my very first acceptance letter for a PhD program, I physically walked into a bridal salon, and I saw my dear old college roommate get engaged as well. And to top it all off, the bulk of my wedding planning as been turned on its head…or rather, seems to be reverting to an earlier version of itself. But more on that later.
These past couple of weeks have kept me both physically and mentally busy, and one very annoying pimple on my cheek can attest to my heightened stress level. Yet, throughout all this, I’ve been trying my very hardest to keep my wits about me and remember that, first and foremost, weddings should be about love and happiness.
And for that very reason, I am here to pay tribute to the wild amount of nonsense the Internet has to offer. Yes, it has been vital to my wedding planning when I choose to use it constructively. Ah, but there are so many great time-wasting chunks of my day wherein the Internet has something altogether different to share with me. And for those much-needed laughs, I am eternally grateful. This weird tangent stemmed from a discussion with Nicholas on the need for engagement photos. From there, it was just a hop, skip, and a jump over to Crazy Town (or AwkwardFamilyPhotos.com, in this case). I laughed. I cried. I may have even peed my pants a little. But it was all worth it.
So I’d just like to say thanks, Internet. You always know how to cheer me up.
And…just like that…I have cancelled the appointment I made for the trunk show. Weeks ago, I was all set to go. I was nervous about what to wear, what to say, even what sort of bra I ought to bring with me. I thought and thought and thought but no matter how I wrapped my head around it, something always seemed a bit off. I had made an appointment at a salon that, one or two months ago, I had convinced myself to be the place I needed to go to find my dream dress. But even then, I wasn’t quite 100% (as my many iterations of “To dress or not to dress” have likely conveyed). So today, when I got a call to confirm my appointment tomorrow, something compelled me to take the opportunity to cancel. So I did, and I’m not looking back.
(Follow the jump to read about how I plan to infuse the essence of Luna Lovegood into my wedding planning)