my stress level flies off the chart as soon as anyone asks me about my wedding. i understand that this might be normal for every woman on the planet who has secretly been planning the day since their birth, having selected the perfect flowers and china patterns years before ever finding the right man...and consequently feels the need for complete control over every detail. the tricky bit here is that i am definitely not one of those women.
with each tick of the clock, my heart beats quicker, until i inevitably find myself chainsmoking and biting my nails simultaneously. i never expected i'd be planning (and paying for) a wedding, let alone at age 21. i never daydreamed about dresses and cakes, and suddenly i'm meeting with photographers and event coordinators, shaking in my beautifully-not-feminine boots. as soon as something appeals to me, someone hands me a magnifying glass and a teeny-tiny price tag displaying an outrageous number. every time. without fail. and then i really start to panic.
after all, i don't care much about these things, and city hall is starting to look mighty fine. but deep down, as much as i tell myself (and everyone else) that i'd rather not have any wedding at all than spend thousands of dollars on one single glorious day...the more i realise that i do want the day. i just don't want the outrageous price tag.
but after several planning fiascos and embarrassing meetings with industry professionals, it's finally starting to not be so scary. i cut out a lot of tradition to make room for the things i care about, and found (hopefully) ways to make those things happen without having to fork up $20k. hopefully...
hopefully having 2.5 years to figure it all out will make up for the lack of a substantial and expendible budget.
with each tick of the clock, my heart beats quicker, until i inevitably find myself chainsmoking and biting my nails simultaneously. i never expected i'd be planning (and paying for) a wedding, let alone at age 21. i never daydreamed about dresses and cakes, and suddenly i'm meeting with photographers and event coordinators, shaking in my beautifully-not-feminine boots. as soon as something appeals to me, someone hands me a magnifying glass and a teeny-tiny price tag displaying an outrageous number. every time. without fail. and then i really start to panic.
after all, i don't care much about these things, and city hall is starting to look mighty fine. but deep down, as much as i tell myself (and everyone else) that i'd rather not have any wedding at all than spend thousands of dollars on one single glorious day...the more i realise that i do want the day. i just don't want the outrageous price tag.
but after several planning fiascos and embarrassing meetings with industry professionals, it's finally starting to not be so scary. i cut out a lot of tradition to make room for the things i care about, and found (hopefully) ways to make those things happen without having to fork up $20k. hopefully...
hopefully having 2.5 years to figure it all out will make up for the lack of a substantial and expendible budget.
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