Subdue the Planzilla: or why I need to stop trying to plan everything and love the engagement
I am a Planzilla. I love planning things. I love planning things way way way in advance. I could quite happily start planning for my wedding right now and get all the planning done by myself. But here’s where the problem lies…
Planning a wedding as a fatherless bride
Despite the joy and enthusiasm I felt about getting married, not having my dad there meant there was a shadow, which for me made wedding planning — especially some of the emotions and complexities — as if I were planning both a wedding and a funeral. Death and life. Beginnings and endings. Joy and grief. It was all wound up together in a giant ball of messy emotions.
How “all about the bride” is not about the bride at all
I knew going into wedding planning that there would be a lot of cooks in the kitchen, we knew there would be a few things where we just couldn’t compromise and would have to put our collective foot down. I offered, early on, to be the bad guy in these situations, since I could just say “I’m the bride, and this is what I want.” Turns out, no one cares if I’m the bride unless I want what “the bride” is supposed to want in their minds. “I” have been erased from the process. Let me give you some examples…
5 things Miss Manners hates that I LOVE
I requested the Miss Manners wedding book (published in 2010 — a mere four years ago) this week from my local library. The dilemma of how to address invitations when many of our friends and relations are cohabitating without being married was confusing me, and I figured Miss Manners would have something to say on the topic. She does, of course. She also has thoughts on everything else to do with weddings. I disagree VEHEMENTLY with some of her opinions…