Okay knotties - talk some damn sense into me.
TL;DR up front: I kind of feel like my whole wedding is now a runaway train. And FMIL has ALL the ideas. About ALL the things. And now she's asking me if she's stepping on my toes with it, which she kind of is... but I don't want to hurt her feelings by TELLING her she is. Help me be a nice person and not an accidental bridezilla but ALSO help me tell her that I've already addressed a lot of the things she has ideas about, and if I haven't, it's because I don't really want them anyway.
Super long ranty version: (Sorry it's even longer than I expected it to be....)
I know that when parents pay, they get a say. And, frankly, it didn't bother me - I'm happy to do what I can within our teeniny little budget to appease them. Our parents are for the most part level-headed, calm, nice people, and they're not asking too much as far as the guest list and such goes.
However.
We visited FI's parents this past weekend. We ate at the restaurant I'd been planning on using for the reception, and it was not fantastic. I'd eat there again for a date night or something, but if we're going to have fancier food, I'd like it to be at least "whelming". I don't need to be overwhelmed with adoration for my food, but... I don't want to be underwhelmed either. And while we're at dinner being slightly underwhelmed, and kind of discussing the fact that we're not really feeling the food for a wedding dinner, FMIL starts talking about having the reception at their church again. Which makes sense. My grandmother doesn't travel well, and getting her in and out of a car is a slight ordeal. The less she has to do that, the better, really. And since we're not really feeling this food for our wedding, and since the other places I'd like to have it are A. not handicap-accessible and B. also excessively expensive, the fellowship hall seems like the best we're gonna get.
And then she mentions the candy bar. Which is whatever. It's easy, not too expensive, we'd get candies people actually like and not care about "matching the colors". I mean, only crazysauces don't like candy. :P (HIIIIII ASHLEY!!!!!)
And then she mentions my bouquet. Which, again, is whatever. I don't like cut flowers (I think they're expensive and slightly morbid), and don't really care about finding a "replacement" for the concept, but she's excited for it, and pulled up alternatives while we were sitting there. And she asked if the gents were going to have boutonnieres, which... I mean, boutonnieres aren't that expensive. Corsages aren't either, I guess. So. If it's a thing she wants, it's whatever.
And then she mentions something about my garter being Auburn colors. Which... I have no desire for a garter. I don't see a point - I'm not wearing thigh highs, I'm probably not even wearing hose. So. What's the point of a garter, other than a creepy-ass tradition?
And then we leave, so wedding talk gets tabled. Hallelujah. I don't really want to talk wedding with anyone except FI and y'all anyway, and I even try not to talk too much wedding with FI or y'all. Nobody cares as much about it as I do, and even I don't care that much about it other than the "I do" bit.
And then, the next day, we pull up to their church for Sunday School, and his mom points out, "Hey Sweetie, that's So-and-so, she's a hairstylist." In my head, I'm like, "Cool beans for her?" but I didn't know what she was saying it for, so I didn't say anything. Until she says, "Maybe we can talk to her about hair for the wedding!" and it clicks. Which... I told her a couple months ago that my brother was doing my hair, and would be available to anyone else who'd like as well. I say it again, because she's probably just forgotten. And she looks all put-out for a minute.
And I'm getting really long and overblown. And probably sounding bat-shit crazy because these are little bitty eensy little details that have NOTHING to do with my marrying FI. But I don't really want a candy bar, or flowers, or a garter or anything. I just want a simple ceremony and a simple reception, where at the end of the day I get to go home as Mrs. FIsLastName, and know that the people we invited had as wonderful a time as a $3-4K budget can provide. But it's really wearing on me that I can't talk wedding with her because I KNOW she's excited, and wants to talk, but I also KNOW she's got all these preconceived notions about her only child's wedding and... I'm not going to deliver on a lot of them.
And now she's asking if she's stepping on toes. Which she issssssssss. I've already worked OUT all these things, and now she's reopening them and I feel like I have to have them now. But I don't want to tell her that. So I'm avoiding responding altogether until wise knotties make me a text message that doesn't make me sound like Queen Bitch Bridezilla.
Sorry, y'all. You can punch me. I went off the deep end with the rant.
Edited because of the Sunglasses Smiley.