
As I was going through the motions planning this wedding my MOH, which I have learned stands for Maid of Honor (everything is an acronym these days), suggested that I blog the daily tribulations of planning a wedding in six months. Why six months? Well, as I mentioned earlier my fiancé and I have been together for nine years, we thought it would be amazing to get married on our ten-year anniversary! I just melted at the idea. So, here we are trying to throw a shindig in less than half the time most brides’ do (14 months being the average).
I was bubbling with excitement. I got the perfect guy, the perfect ring, and now the perfect date. Queue cheesy dramatic music: But wait, did you know that planning a wedding doesn’t end at picking a date? Enter the outrageousness of the wedding industry. I imagine it to look something out of Ghostbusters movie but instead of being green it’s pearlescent ivory, dripping slime and insists it can only sit on chiavari chairs.