Confessions of a Bride-to-Be: Where Do I Go From Here?

Where do I go from here?

“Now, honey, don’t do the whole thing out of town,” says my grandmother, as I tell her about my wedding plans. By out of town she means the city I was considering for my wedding, which is a 40 minute drive from my home town. As I hang up, I feel my blood pressure rising. What is a short drive compared to the many people traveling from out-of-state to be at our wedding? Is she serious? Whole thing?! I wonder which part she’s hoping to attend.

My home town boasts two swanky hotels: “Holiday Sin” and the “No-tell Motel”. I was considering a larger town for my wedding, to offer better accommodation to out-of-town guests, with a destination they may enjoy. Apparently, this will be inconvenient for some family members, who’d prefer that I marry on TV so they can watch from home. Oh gosh, excuse me, I just had bridezilla moment.

It’s been 3 months since my honey and I engaged, and I’ve made scant progress on my plans. I have, however, spent hours researching, day dreaming, making notes, building a budget, surfing the net for ideas, rebuilding the budget, considering selling all my belongings on ebay, begging on the phone, sketching dress ideas and considering elopement. 

I have bookmarked about a hundred different options online from locations, to dresses, to rings, to ideas, to cakes, to flowers, to forums and I’ve decided three things I want for sure: easy, inexpensive, and beautiful. It seems that this is a virtually impossible combination. You can have easy and inexpensive, but not beautiful. Inexpensive and beautiful, but not easy. Easy and beautiful, but not inexpensive. And that last one is the most common option.

I often fall asleep wishing someone would just put together a simple elegant wedding package that doesn’t cost the price of a small car, and can be held close to my family and friends. But I wake each day with the realization that we are another day closer to the date I’ve set, and yet no closer to having an event planned.

Now I’m wondering should I spend a fortune on one day, paying for it over the next ten years? Or curb my desires to accommodate the local Knights of Columbus Hall as a reception site? Or chuck it all and marry my sweetness at the local justice of the peace?

I’ve consulted the Magic Eight Ball, it said, “Reply hazy. Ask again later.”

July 18, 2008 | Filed Under Confessions of a Bride-to-Be | 5 Comments