Tomorrow I am going to a bridal show with Brett’s cousin, Shelby, and I am very excited. However, I am also slightly nervous. I know that I am going to feel so overwhelmed and stressed out just looking at all of the exhibits and having people want to talk to me about the wedding services they provide.
Whatever happened to simpler times when weddings meant going to a church and then having a reception in the basement, serving cake, punch and mixed nuts? I’m sure that there truly were blushing brides that felt light on their feet and could, to a degree, slightly relax for the time leading up to their ‘big’ day. Instead, nowadays brides spend months planning the picture perfect Pinterest wedding that they have been dreaming of ever since they first created their Pinterest account. The guest lists are huge in number because nobody wants to step on people’s toes by not inviting great Aunt Margery whom no one in the bride’s family has talked to in five years. If there’seen the slightest bit of a memory built with someone, whether it’s with someone from your family, a friend, or just someone who lived on your college dorm floor and you only talked to them once during freshman move in day, then you had best invite them so that their feelings aren’t hurt. It’s just to a degree ridiculous. Weddings used to be so intimate and small but they just get bigger and bigger.
Whenever I start thinking about the wedding and the reception that Brett and I are currently trying to plan and get together I start feeling overwhelmed, slightly panicky and I start daydreaming about eloping and just running away from all of it. We have completely moved away from wanting to do something small and are now planning something bigger. Sure, I am having fun with some of it and am excited for the big day and the “party” but it’s just all so scary. Tomorrow will be a lot of fun with Shelby, looking at the pretty displays and talking all day about what we want for our weddings, as she is a bride to be as well. But I’m not going to try to pretend as if by the end of the event we won’t be ready to go home, put on a pair of sweatpants and possibly cry. I’m pretty sure that we will end up being two blushing brides that will be looking through Pinterest late at night, stressed out and with a bottle of Moscato on the bed stand next to us.