I was never the girl who dressed up as a bride for Halloween or even had a favorite flower. We didn't get engaged so much as decide to head over the the courthouse and get married by the JOP on Monday. But my parents wanted a wedding, so I've let them plan one.
Well, this weekend I realized that by letting everyone else make their own decisions, my wedding has become a ridiculous collage!
1) I used to play wedding gigs and have friends who are still pro musicians. We always make a mistake, usually teeny tiny, but I hear them all and it makes me cringe... so I said no live music, period. Yesterday, my mom announces that she's hired my sister's friends to play the ceremony music. Thanks for listening, mom!
2) I let the flower girls pick there own dresses and they decided they wanted to be grown-ups:
Lol at their Barbie-prom choice, but **facepalm** that my flower girls have by far the fanciest outfits AND are the only cornflower-blue in the wedding palette
3) Did I mention that our wedding colors are now sapphire blue, burnt orange, eggplant, hot pink, cornflower blue, and silver? This is what I get for letting everyone pick their own everything.
4) Other than no live music the only thing we've been saying from the get-go is that we want to see each other before the ceremony. I have PTSD, I've been working hard to make sure I don't set myself up for anxiety attacks, and FI knows exactly how to help me stay calm. Last week, all of a sudden, my mom flips out at me for wanting to let FI see me in my dress before the wedding! I'm not backing down on this one, but she's gone ahead and canceled our getting-ready suite and decided that the men will get ready at the reception site and the ladies will get ready at the ceremony site. I have no idea what we're going to do, my brain can't even go there right now.
My bridesmaids rock, though. I think they're throwing me a semi-surprise tea party on Thursday and I love them for hinting just enough to prevent me from freaking out.