Family is starting to trickle into town. Friends are texting and calling to synchronize meet up times. Co-workers asking non-stop how things are going.
It’s getting pretty real around here…as if the wedding dress hanging in the teen’s room, or the 200 wedding bookmarks drying on the buffet table, or the bins piled by the doorway or the seven foot arch in the garage don’t scream “It’sTime!” Nah…I like having radom wedding favors and decorations around the house. Gives it a festive feel.
Not really. Not even close. But the chime announcing “just arrived at the hotel. See you in the morning” from my husband’s parents, now that makes it real.
This time tomorrow night, however, the hall will be decorated, the music practiced, the ceremony walked through (maybe a few times!), and the cake snug in the fridge awaiting it’s icing.
In the midst of the Wedding of the Century, we decided now would be a great time to put the house on the market. Sounds about right in my world.
The realtor came to take photos, we had to move the wedding boxes and bins so they didn’t appear in the photos. And the boxes for storage and donation bins.
Within hours of posting online, we had some showings – which is good, but dang! We work and had to come home to make sure the cats were in the garage, the wedding stuff was decently stacked and general life was cleaned up.
I’m fine with the cleaning up and living in a state of Museum-like readiness, but did we really have to do this before the wedding? 🤦🏽♀️ What were we thinking? Maybe the paint fumes were too much. Maybe the stress of the wedding pushed us over the top. Maybe, just maybe, we thought what could make us go that extra mile into crazyville?
It’s not too horrible. Yes, there are packing materials in almost every room. Yes, there are wedding items around. Yes, we get to spend time before going to bed every night cleaning up the house to pristine levels in case the realtor calls.
The good news is the wedding is six days away and this time next week, those wedding bins and boxes will be sitting in storage. Allowing us the free time to purge stuff we don’t want or need, instead of making decorations or putting the finishing touches on flowers or table decorations.
Did I mention school starts for the teen in 3 days? It’s going to be a busy 6 days! Work, family coming in from out of state, school starting, a house showing, dress rehearsal, and then The Wedding of the Century!!
I didn’t take vacation days before the event. I figured the Monday after would be more relaxing – and most productive to get the house back to that museum-like state.
With the bridal shower over and done, we are now able to really focus on the Big Day. And it’s coming fast! Maybe a little too fast!
Family and friends have been sending in their RSVP’s and we are chugging along.
What’s left to do? Make the wedding favors, of course. These are a little tricky. No theme. Just colors. Asking for a theme is like asking to pull a tooth. So we go with the direct question of: what do you want to give your guests as a small token of appreciation? Answers vary. My favorite one is the look of shock with a small “umm”. That’s always helpful to hear.
Seriously we have dwindled down the possibilities to one item and those will be in production next week. I’m hoping to have them done by the end of the weekend of the 15th.
We are chugging along this wonderful whimsical road, heading towards “The Wedding Zone.” And oh the joy we are having!
My daughter doesn’t want to do the sand or a unity candle. She choose to demonstrate the combining of two families through her flower arrangements, using two colors: orange and blue. Orange for the bridesmaids and everyone on her side of the family. Navy blue for the groomsmen and everyone on his side of the family. But for the bride and groom, they get a mixture of them both.
The wedding drama has occurred. I knew it would show it’s ugly face, I just wasn’t sure of the form it would take. It took two forms: bridesmaid and invitations.
One of the bridesmaids dropped out. There is a long back story to it, but in short, it was an awkward position and I wasn’t positive how it would pan out. She dropped out Saturday. The bride-to-be was able to be calmed down – she didn’t have much of a meltdown. The text came followed by the phone call of now what. We talked, options were given, and she made another choice. It was one of her first choices to begin with, but distance and family scheduling hindered the lovely bride2B from asking. She asked, was answered in the positive and now we are back on-track. Yay!
That evening, I had an email stating the invitations I ordered were cancelled. This is why I have back-up plans. Plan B: Walgreens Photo shop here I come! After spending about 15 minutes on the design, adding the detailed information – triple checking it all! – I hit the submit button and wa-la! Not only were the invitations less to purchase, but I found a coupon to save even more. Win! Win!
Drama. You have shown your ugly head. Now return to the inky dark corners where you come from. Don’t bother showing up again – you didn’t freak out the bride2B.
I know there might be more potholes up ahead – we still have three months to go and anything can happen on the big day. But for now, we take the wins. I found a photographer, family members who live far away are now a definite, I have a dress, the cake topper arrived and the flowers are almost finished.
Took a few days off from my crazy busy life. It was much needed and very appreciated.
In the upcoming months, life is going to change: the only daughter becomes a wife to a very nice guy.
Our life went from somewhat crazy to intense all in a matter a simple “yes”. They want a fast marriage – as in five months from “yes” to “I do”. Taste testing, dress searching, flower making, favors, centerpieces, DJ’s…the list goes on.
The soon to be 21 year old will be the one performing the ceremony. I will be putting together the flowers for the bouquets with the bride-to-be’s help. My mother has been calling venues and solidifying those details.
In the end, it will be beautiful and perfect to her. Something is bound to go wrong or mess up, but it’s okay. One step at a time, right? Take a breath, strap in, and enjoy the ride!