I'm back with a vengeance after conquering the stomach flu -- and I've got a post series hot and ready to go. I've been thinking a lot lately about some of the things I believe that guide me in my wedding planning adventures -- actually, it's more like list of things I
don't believe. Whenever I get frustrated with feeling like I'm expected to plan a wedding around ideas I don't believe in, I get myself feeling better by thinking about it like I'm an honorary team member on Mythbusters. I'm kind of on a mission to prove that there's a lot of stuff you don't
have to go along with to have a great wedding.
But first, I want to tell you a story about why I became a Wedding Mythbuster in the first place.
September 2010 was a hard month for me. I was getting used to a new job and feeling a lot of pressure from some folks at our church to
just go ahead and get married already (since Johnny and I were living together, and even with a roommate, that wasn't a move that sat well with some folks in our rural, conservative community). At the same time, Johnny had been planning to propose on our anniversary in October for a few months, but I didn't know this -- he'd also planned out one of the longest ruses in history and kept me thinking that marriage wasn't on his mind at the moment, or at least that it wouldn't happen til around 2027. As well-adjusted as I was in my status of "waiting," I still had crazy-days when I, too, wanted to just go ahead and get married already.
In the middle of all this, my friend wanted me to go to a bridal show with her. I'm her Maid of Honor for her wedding in May, and she asked me to take a day off work to drive three hours to where she lives, try on bridesmaids dresses in the morning, go to the bridal show in the afternoon, then drive three hours home and go to work the next day. I love my friend. We shared many deep, meaningful moments and beers while I was in college and grad school. So I sucked up my waiting-craziness and drove to South Carolina.
After a morning of whirlwind dress trials, we grabbed some pizza and beer, then headed for the expo. I had a feeling that I wasn't well-prepared for what was to come -- my buzz from lunch was fading, and I was already tired. And I didn't know what to expect -- at this point, I hadn't read a single bridal magazine or seen an episode of Say Yes To The Dress. I wasn't prepared for the onslaught of advertising, pressure to one-up everyone else, and emphasis on doing anything it takes to have The Perfect Day. But as soon as we were in line, I could tell that there was a small blessing to be found: without one of the "Bride" stickers on my chest and a ring on my finger, none of the vendors felt the need to talk to me. I was able to fade into the background and trail behind my friend, watching, listening, observing.
I watched how vendors pitched their sales to brides and compared themselves to the competition, assuring women that they
needed platinum photography packages and orchids and cakes that could have come off of Food Network, emphasizing that their services would help each bride's wedding stand out and have a "wow" factor. I stared in disbelief at the fact that a cosmetic surgery booth was one of the first booths to be seen when people got out of the ticket line. I stammered when vendors talked
about me rather than
to me right in front of my face, assuring my friend that "she seems like she'll be a great help to you when things get too overwhelming."
And then, as I hustled down a row a few steps behind my friend as she made a beeline for a DJ booth, someone reached out and grabbed my elbow. Slightly dazzled by the ballroom lights and the shrimp-filled ice sculptures*, I turned and blinked. A woman from a photography booth had hold of me.
"Ma'am, could you ask your daughter to come back here? I've got some great packages that I don't want her to miss out on."
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So, I was less than impressed by the experience of being thrown into bride-world like a five-year-old into a pool. But I learned a
lot from it. Particularly, what I learned was that there are a lot of ideas I just don't believe in when it comes to weddings. They're the kind of ideas that advertising promotes and that folks embrace because they're considered
normal, but I think they're hogwash. Hogwash, I say! (If photographers think I'm old enough to be my friend's mom, at least I should be able to assert my opinion of hogwash like a crotchety granny). And by keeping my head and not letting these myths about what you have to do/be/believe to have a wedding make me stress out, I'm determined to bust 'em, at least for myself.