As someone who's planning their own wedding, it's as exciting as it is exhausting. On one hand, how amazing would it be to throw a party to celebrate with all of our friends and family -on the other hand, how much simpler would it be to simply buy a pretty dress and elope. Viva Las Vegas anyone?
It's easy to get caught up in all of the ideas that you have, how you want everything to be, the colors, the food, the dress, the location, the ceremony, who's in the wedding party, who's invited. But in the end, a lot of the details aren't going to matter. You'll have pictures, memories, and a marriage -and you'll have that at whatever sized wedding you decide on, whether you elope or invite three hundred of your closest friends it's all the same at the end of the day.
I wasn't one of those little girls who played wedding with her barbies and had my princess wedding gown all planned out. My barbies were spies and secret agents, and I thought dresses were simply a horrible invention. Now of course, I have outgrown my "Dresses are evil and boys are icky" but I'm still left with the fact that I never imagined a dream wedding when I was a little girl. The only thing that I knew I wanted was that it had to be outside, and I wouldn't wear white. It seems scandelous that I resent white, but I'm so freaking pale that if you knew me you would know just how bad of an idea it really is for me to wear white. So I'm find something Ivory, champaigne or something like that and roll with it.
It's kind of crazy how nosey people get once you put a ring on it. Some people are super crazy happy for you, some people want to hear about the proposal, some people only want to know if they're invited to the wedding, some people assume that you're pregnant and an unfortunetly large number of people are totally unsuportive. Not like it's any of their business, but whatever. It's not up to them who I'm choosing to spend the rest of my life with, and I feel lucky; because he's my best friend.
It wasn't hard for my fiance and I to realize that we wanted a small wedding, nothing too fancy, just us and our closest friends and immidiate family, reguardless of what people think. I have my three best friends as my bridesmaids, it'll probably be a glammed up barbeque with a pretty ceremony, and that's about all I know. We sort of know where, but it almost doesn't matter to me, because I just want to be married. At this rate I probably wouldn't care if I got married at city hall, because you don't need to wait for that. I don't need a ballroom with a horse drawn carriage and a veil, I just need him. If I got married barefoot in a sundress I would be okay with that. The best piece of advice I've found? "It's a party, not a preformance. If at the end of the day you are married to the one you love, then everything was a success!"
That sounds just about right to me.
Love,
Alice
P.S.
Want to see real love? Click the link below, it's as heartbreaking as it is inspiring. A love story in twenty two pictures.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/txblacklabel/true-love-in-pictures-only-28m7
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