Seriously, read this. I love Lena. I seriously love her blog, A Crimson Kiss, but I love her as a person even more. She reached out to me when I had two readers. Two. I asked if she would guest post while wedding planning, she did, and the shoes were perfection. She posted while I was on my honeymoon about flaming brandy punch, and I wanted to go to the little soiree I imagined her hosting. She asked me to help with some gift guide design work on her blog, and I felt so honored. Even more important than all this posting is the friendship we have developed. We have never met in person, but email all the time and I truly call her a friend. This is why I blog, the friendships and the feedback. I love watching her site grow and feel honored to know her when I read through the comments she receives.
Now, about this post of hers. TAKE IT TO HEART. I can’t count the number of times I would show someone my wedding dress and they would say they liked it, but when they get married they want something vintage. There are strong opinions about weddings in every community, and I felt the DIY/vintage/low key pressure. I started prefacing the fact that our wedding was at a hotel by justifying that it wasn’t just any hotel. I got to the point where I felt like I needed to be hand crafting chairs for our guests from salvaged wood from our home towns, while wearing a thrifted dress and drinking out of a mason jar. In my heart I wanted glam, old fashioned with a vintage vibe, but glamorous. Lena and I had not discussed her topic before she sent me her post, but as per usual, we were already on the same page. Anyways, continue on and you will totally get it.
To my dearest Lena; every time I eat Indian food I think of you.
When the beautiful bride asked me to blog about engagements and wedding planning, I was inspired by A Practical Wedding; I’ll admit that my emotions ran the gamut when I read it, but what I took away was something I hope every bride can remember during the madness of wedding planning.
With everyone proclaiming that rustic is over and designers furiously copying celebrity gowns for mass consumption, I’m surprised the wedding industry is still so concerned with trends. In the world of fashion, everyone acknowledges the importance of wardrobe staples (wedding gown, big smiles, and a heartfelt toast) and the pleasure found in splurging on a silhouette that has a limited lifespan. Maybe mason jars and burlap are your wardrobe staples, or shortlived decor you could do without. I don’t expect that anyone else is as committed to a closet full of ballet flats, button downs and cigarette pants as I am, so why assume that everyone’s wedding will look just like mine?
If you genuinely adore birds, forget about that (admittedly hysterical) Portlandia sketch and put those lovebirds on your invitations. If you love the way you look in a mermaid gown, what difference should a blogger’s opinion ultimately make? But that also means that if you’re only including striped straws or balloons or color-coordinated candy displays because you’ve seen gorgeous styled photos of them, you can skip ‘em. Your wedding should be yours, through and through–because at the end of the day, why spend time, money or energy on something that isn’t really important to you?
I’ve been dreaming about my own wedding since middle school, and always in great detail. Sketches from the mid-ninties indicate that I preferred gowns, cakes, and linens banded with a wide strip of white silk, classic tuxedos and plenty of white lilacs, and photos of my first flower girl experience reveal the source of my persistent love of swiss dot. These days, I’m planning a Rhode Island wedding that reflects my personal style (classic, with a preppy twist, in shades of white, crimson and charcoal), our favorite meal (brunch) and all the love we feel for each other, our friends, and our families. And I know that even if I forget the red trimmed napkins or milk glass teacups, it won’t make our joyful day any less special.