I came across a post on dream weddings today. And it got me thinking. I wasn't one of those girls who spent half her childhood planning her wedding. I never had a "dream" wedding complete with details. Details largely depend on the couple, I think. But I *did* always have some basic ideas. I've always wanted something simple, elegant but understated, romantic, and intimate. Classy but colorful (jewel tones and peacock colors). I want to wear emerald green because I look best in that color. FI looks best in white, so I'd love that for him. Ideally, the venue would be a local park with our closest friends and family, under 150 people. Three-tiered cake in coordinating colors with the wedding. Simple but tasty food. Live string quartet or single acoustic guitar for the ceremony, and standards, romantic classics, and fun music for the reception. No garter/bouquet toss or stupid line or "group participation" dances. And NO cake-smashing because I find it trashy.
However. FI recently told me that he wanted a bigger wedding. And today he announced that he had been dreaming of his wedding since he was a kid. He wants this elaborate to-do with 400 people, 4 days of parties, heavily embroidered outfits, bright colors, lots of flowers, music and dancing. Like every other Indian wedding he attended growing up. Beautiful, but expensive and complicated. Oh, and YES to cake-smashing because it's "fun."
Um.... WHERE THE H*LL WAS THIS A YEAR AGO WHEN WE STARTED PLANNING?!?!?!? And why did he tell me to plan whatever I wanted to plan, and whatever made me happy, and go along with all the simple plans I was coming up with? Every SINGLE time I asked for his honest input, it was,"Whatever makes you happy, love," when all along he's wanted this huge week-long $50,000 party!
The whole prospect of such a big wedding gives me the bad kind of heart palpitations and I've said more than once that I'd rather spend $125 and just go to the courthouse. He doesn't want to elope. He wants to do it "right," and apparently "right" means some enormous shindig with everyone he's ever known and then some.
I'm just having a bit of a panic attack and I'm SO close to telling him fluff it all, HE can plan it.
In addition, there are moving issues. His little brother hates the prospect of having with me and Kidlet in the house so much that he started blabbering about it to the extended family, and now FI's parents have changed the whole plan. Now they're finding a two-bedroom apartment up in Hernando, and they plan to help us out with a two-bedroom apartment down here. And they don't want me to move in because apparently the extended family is freaking out that they were going to move me in before we were married (which we can fix, with a trip to the courthouse and $125!). FI isn't having that, though, and is insisting that I move in as planned on July 26th. So there's that whole mess.
And all my usual stress-relief stuff is over at his house because a week ago he insisted that I start moving stuff over. I moved over things I only use every few weeks (my violin, my beading supplies, and my drawing supplies). Didn't realize how much I use those things when I'm stressing out, so I'm sitting here having a mild panic attack and unable to squash it with my usual methods. Maybe after Kidlet goes to sleep I can work on the embroidery project in my sewing box - the only craft thing I didn't take over there yet!