Wednesday, January 6, 2010


Meg is talking about not worrying today. Not worrying about tiny things. I like tiny things. I really want to make crazy flowered headbands for the nieces and tie hundreds of little ribbons around programs, I want to sew 100 napkins and I want to stamp a million cocktail napkins with our initials. I really want to make one of those crazy flowery ring pillows for David's nephew to carry down the isle. I want to put eighteen tiny low-denomination stamps on each envelope. I want a guestbook with pictures of my granny in her wedding dress and pictures of my mum in the same dress. I want to find shoes the perfect shade of raspberry and paint the nieces' fingernails pink.

Here is what I don't want to do: find a venue for the reception. I hate site fees. $2000 when I have to rent the spoons and forks and glasses and napkins and pay for drinks and food? No, thank you. I hate bar bills. I hate ugly ballrooms. I hate hotels where you have to guarantee 17 booked rooms at $300 a room. I don't want to find a dress either. I want a dress to appear, unbidden and perfect. I don't want to figure out the menu. I want goat cheese tarts with caramelized onions. I don't know how those are going to feature. I don't want to worry about the music*. So can I please worry about the details? And maybe the big things will fall into place? Maybe?

*My brother's banging band is doing the music. They are awesome. I am not thinking about it again.

P.S. If you can combine the dresses above and make me look like magic that would be awesome. I would hug you.

1 comment:

  1. brilliant post, expresses exactly the things i was excited about for my wedding, im forwarding this to my engaged friends! (I managed to get most of the details in place, but i did have to chuck a lot of it out the window! oh well- thats what anniversary parties are for!)