There’s Nothing Fun About This

I’m not quite sure what I have gotten myself into. But if I am honest with myself, I am a celebrator. That’s what I do – I like to celebrate things. Like.. this soon-to-be marriage. I want to mark the occasion – whatever that looks like.

Therein lies the problem – what does it look like?

Do I buy a dress? If so, what kind? What color? Is it wrong to wear white? Is it weird to wear a color? Should be exchange our nuptials in front of everyone or just family? Do we buy a big ridiculous cake? Just what should we do?

I get it… this is not my first rodeo. I know.. I know. Nor am I a young bride.

But more than anything.. it feels right. This is the real thing. How do you mark the occasion, if thing like that are a big deal to you, but still satisfy society’s skepticism and downplay the whole thing?

It’s just not in me. I want to shout from the rooftops, “Look who I have found and look who wants to spend the rest of his life with me!! Celebrate – with us!!” And really, who cares what other people think? It’s my life, and if I did not celebrate properly, I would regret it.

With that – I’m on to bigger and better things – Planning a wedding. This should be interesting. Money is less of an issue than in the past, but how to do you do thing tastefully, but authentically? I’m quirky and have a random/wicked sense of humor (like the  Super Hero photo booth idea) or the taco bar… or… Yeah.. you see where this is headed?

Just know that WHATEVER comes out of my crazy head, guests will have a damn good time!

Here’s to the future.. may it be just as exciting as the idea of marrying my favorite guy!

Published by nicolesdestinationunknown

Tourism Director * Freelance Writer * Southern * Catholic * Crazy Cat Lady * Wonder Women * Coffee Addict * Traveler * Voracious Reader * Cultural Junkie * *GSD Mom*

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