Am I sweating the small stuff? Microscopic doesn't even get half-way there
So, I'm getting married this year, not so long to go but still comfortably over the six-month psychological thing. My bridesmaid and I joked, in January, that we should probably get her dress sorted out before we turned 30, and had a right old laugh. Unfortunately, I'm turning 30 next week and she's following suit (copycat) in May.
All we have to do is go look at some dresses, right? Ah, wrong. My bridesmaid and I have been known to meet up at Covent Garden tube station (in the dim and distant past) and go clothes shopping - for about 10 minutes then spend the rest of the day in the lovely little pub just off the piazza. And this was when I really needed clothes, having a couple of pairs of fraying trousers to my name and holes in my shoes. So I can delay shopping with the best of them - and my blessed bridesmaid is indeed one of the best.
Now I'm beginning to wonder if her dress should match anything. OK, maybe the flowers, agreed? Good. What about the men-of-the-bridal-party's ties/cravats? With me still; I'm relieved. What about matching the dress to the kippot (those skull caps), Mr Wonderful's cufflinks and contact lenses? And the writing on the table stationery? And the chair covers? And when I say "match" do I have to find an exact identical match? I'm never going to manage it! I have the colour of the invitations sorted and know what flowers I want, and they aren't quite the same colour.
So I should start with the flowers (but I'm not meeting the florist until mid-May) and then find a dress (which, this time next week, I'll be behind schedule on) or start, as currently, with the card for the invitations and extrapolate from there and be happy if it doesn't start looking like some god-awful mess of clashing shades?
If I start trying to make everything go with everything else, we're going to end up with (a) what looks like a uniform worn by the bridal posse, and (b) one mad bride.
In re-reading this I have realised that I might have just qualified for the world championships in procrastination. I think that the ever-lovely L and I should bite the bullet and go dress shopping rather than spending our evenings in reading mediaeval history and the other book by that bloke who wrote Moby Dick. After all, we're nearly 30 and we don't want to get old before our time...
All we have to do is go look at some dresses, right? Ah, wrong. My bridesmaid and I have been known to meet up at Covent Garden tube station (in the dim and distant past) and go clothes shopping - for about 10 minutes then spend the rest of the day in the lovely little pub just off the piazza. And this was when I really needed clothes, having a couple of pairs of fraying trousers to my name and holes in my shoes. So I can delay shopping with the best of them - and my blessed bridesmaid is indeed one of the best.
Now I'm beginning to wonder if her dress should match anything. OK, maybe the flowers, agreed? Good. What about the men-of-the-bridal-party's ties/cravats? With me still; I'm relieved. What about matching the dress to the kippot (those skull caps), Mr Wonderful's cufflinks and contact lenses? And the writing on the table stationery? And the chair covers? And when I say "match" do I have to find an exact identical match? I'm never going to manage it! I have the colour of the invitations sorted and know what flowers I want, and they aren't quite the same colour.
So I should start with the flowers (but I'm not meeting the florist until mid-May) and then find a dress (which, this time next week, I'll be behind schedule on) or start, as currently, with the card for the invitations and extrapolate from there and be happy if it doesn't start looking like some god-awful mess of clashing shades?
If I start trying to make everything go with everything else, we're going to end up with (a) what looks like a uniform worn by the bridal posse, and (b) one mad bride.
In re-reading this I have realised that I might have just qualified for the world championships in procrastination. I think that the ever-lovely L and I should bite the bullet and go dress shopping rather than spending our evenings in reading mediaeval history and the other book by that bloke who wrote Moby Dick. After all, we're nearly 30 and we don't want to get old before our time...
posted by Chaya at 9:46 pm
2 Comments:
Man, I didn't even think of matching the invitations. Damn, now that's something else to worry about :-) If it helps, I think going for one key colour to use as a highlight or accent tends to be the trend. My own bridesmaid is also asking what colour dress she should get. Why didn't anyone tell us how tough this was going to be?
Glad to hear that I'm not the only one feeling a bit at sea here! Maybe I'll theme the whole thing ivory, and just stop worrying. If only...
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