Before I got married (and all right, after as well because I'm a sucker for a certain type of show) I watched a lot of Bridezillas and David Tutera and Rich Bride Poor Bride. My friend got me into Say Yes as well. I'm fully aware that Bridezillas isn't exactly the best example of what a bride or wedding is actually like, nor is David Tutera completely accurate because who has that kind of money, but I've come to the realization that I was a really weird bride.
First we had no budget - I don't mean that in the go-out-and-spend-as-much-as-you-want-sense - but that we had very little money so each month we were setting aside maybe 15 dollars. Other than my dress and his tux we spent about 100 dollars total. I used a David's Bridal credit card to buy my dress (totally paid off now, yay!) and a different credit card to buy his tux, which happened to be about 100 dollars.
Pretty right?
Should we have used credit cards? Nope. Did I? Yes. Feel guilty about it? Totally!
My handsome ring-bearers
Dollar store supplies turned into pretty awesome decor if I can toot my own skills with a hot glue gun. Anyone can follow Pinterest directions. I dyed the petals that needed thrown by my amazing flower girl, I made the vases for the sand ceremony, I put together all the favors (with the help of some AMAZING friends), I glittered my own high heels, and I didn't hire a wedding planner.
I got to the venue early, after being up all night doing favors and setting up what could be set up the night before, to finish putting everything together. A bridesmaid did our makeup, we were ready to go and only 2 minutes late getting started. I guess I have to be laid back to have 4 children in my wedding party :) (who did completely amazing for the record.)
I forgot the blue streak for my hair, I forgot to put my veil down for the walk up the aisle, I nearly tripped, and I wore blue ginormous granny panties under my dress - a gift from a friend (she thought I would return them, I told her they were going under my dress.)
We played a game during the reception where the party goers essentially got to choose who got cake shoved in their face at the end of the wedding. Of course my husband and I were a tie (I really tried to cheat) so I stuffed an apron down the front of my dress and shoved away.
We were super attractive at this point.
Once the wedding was over I stayed and helped put everything away. We didn't leave with everyone throwing rice (or whatever is politically correct these days), we stayed until everything was exactly as it was before we got there.
I wouldn't change any of that for anything. I think that makes me an all right person.
Me showing him how I forgot my veil, Lindzy exasperated the kids "wouldn't listen".








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