CrazyLand, here we come!
Aw, our kitties love getting Reiki sessions! They purrrrr and purrrrrrrr and soak it up. Happy.
So, today, Mark and I are braving a Wedding Thing with my mom. It is some event where there are lots of vendors selling Wedding Stuff. And you can win free things and eat free cake and drink free cocktails, which is the main reason I decided to go. I’m trying to keep a safe distance from the crazy Wedding People/Industry/Insanity. But today we might be diving right into the middle of it… which could be interesting. So I asked Mark to bring the camera. Of course.
The people we’ve booked already have been awesome. But there have been lots of other vendors who… well, let’s just say they cater to a different kind of couple. Or basically just the bride. Or the bride’s mom. And it’s all about “Oh, we can make your dream day come true, and you are going to feel so special and pretty and everyone will love you forever because you will have the BEST wedding day in the history of all time!”
Now, I’m a happy and enthusiastic person. Most of the time. But that’s because I’m sincerely happy and enthusiastic about lots of things. And unless you’re someone I know and love, I don’t get all that jazzed about the minute details of your wedding. So these uber-excited vendors sort of scare me. Especially when they e-mail me 3 times in one day and call me at work and try to convince me that my “Special Day” should be entrusted to their loving care.
We have a totally great photographer. We have laid-back yet very professional DJs. We have a nice, helpful, chill coordinator. My dress is being made by a super cool Seattle designer gal, Chrissy Wai-Ching. (Oh, and I went without the bodice stitching, in case you were wondering. Now- if y’all know of some really awesome jewelry-makers, let me know. Preferably independent crafty peoples.)
Everything else… except maybe the cake… is basically up to my mom. Of course we’ll give input, but I’m letting her gather info/ideas for the decor, invites, flowers, etc. Cuz she’s good at that stuff - much better than I am at decorating and whatnot. And because I really don’t want to deal with anymore Flowery Happy Princess-Making Vendors. Our wedding will be meaningful, special, awesome, fun, memorable… but not a Princess Fairyland $100,000 affair.
And so today, we head off to Wedding CrazyLand. I hope we emerge alive and intact. Wish us luck.
P.S. Nope, it didn’t hurt to get my tragus pierced! It just hurts a little if I forget about it and poke my ear. But there aren’t really nerves in that part - try pinching yours really hard, and you’ll see what I mean.
