Whew. All I can say is WHEW!
Most of you probably think I’m whewing about the 47 inches of rain we’ve gotten in the past couple of weeks, but I’m actually whewing about something quite different. Tonight, as I am crossing some t’s and dotting some i’s of a client’s wedding, I’m whewing in admiration of all you start-to-finish wedding DIYers. To all you brides with thick skins and a strong backbone– the ones that can single-handedly plan and successfully execute your own weddings WHILST maintaining your sanity and staying within the good graces of your soon-to-be mother-in-law– I present you with a sincere round of applause.
Well, I’ve got a shameful, dirty little secret– my husband and I own an event rental company, and we didn’t have a real wedding. That’s right, we didn’t have a wedding. And I don’t regret it for a second.
We marched straight down to the justice of the peace (in my teal dress–le GASP!), and we got hitched atop the plush hunter green carpets of the Oconee County courthouse. Our total budget? $62.50. Total head count? Five. (Well, technically six. My dad finally burst through the courtroom doors in his baby blue polo and white Reebok high tops– speckled with dirt and questionable chunks of debris from head to toe, no less–about halfway through the ceremony.) It was the simplest, most uneventful ceremony I possibly could have mustered, yet the day still went by in a stressful blur. (All I can remember is my then-fiancé trying to gallop away from the courtroom minutes before the ceremony– like, for exercise or something, I guess– and then trying to resist my special chloroform-soaked handkerchief. Weird.)
Why no big wedding for us? (We’ll, ahem, talk about the chloroform later…)
Well, my mother-in-law is sweeter than pie, our bank accounts could have handled it, and I’m at least a little craftier than the average gal. We had people lined up to help, and, even worse, I now successfully coordinate weddings for a money! But, it was different when I really OWNED all those decisions– the color choosing and head counting and invitation writing and flower arranging and aisle walking and cake tasting and dress shopping and menu picking. I JUST COULDN’T HANDLE IT!!
There. I said it.
Heart-wrenching confessions aside, I think we can all agree that most wedding-related stress comes from the emotional friction among all the non-professional parties involved. Families almost always get awkward with money. Everyone (a.k.a. mom and future mother-in-law) gets pushy with their opinion. Close friends seem to either abandon ship or become your wedding-day dictators. Weeding through billions of vendors is a hassle, and, all the while, you’re most worried about your drunk father-in-law making a 10-minute, wildly inappropriate toast at your reception! Soon, stress has built to such point that your fiancé fears you more than the deadly Mozambique spitting cobra, and before you know it, you– the sweet, blushing bride who couldn’t have been happier— have officially been cast aside as the beastly bridezilla.
My best solution? Hire a real wedding planner or event coordinator. Holy crap, just do it. They’ll handle all your vendor dilemmas and spank your mom when she gets out of line. It will be worth every penny, barter, and bit of scrap gold left in your jewelry box… I promise! And I’m not just trying to sell myself. While I’ve got several weddings under my belt and would LOVE to help (wink,wink), there are many great wedding planners in the Athens area. (Check out Natalie Bradley… she’s one of my creative idols and has been doing this for years and years and years!) At the very least, hire a day-of wedding coordinator. Let someone else run around like a chicken with fully-severed head on your big day.
Well, my spiel comes to an abrupt end as the Tylenol PM kicks in and my brain falls flat on its stem.
Hope you all have a fabulous Thursday!