Because I hate myself, I decided to plan my wedding date for several months after my move to Fort Campbell, and right smack in go-time for when I’ll have to move to wherever Jonathan is next stationed. Which means those January 1st resolutions of masochism are in no danger of failing.
So now that I’ve got roughly two months left before I leave the safety of my wedding area, I’m scrambling to finalize all the serious must-haves. Last weekend I took care of a big one: I picked up my wedding dress. (And then I watched the Oscars and, upon seeing Jennifer Lawrence and Octavia Spencer, I promptly decided my wedding dress choice was wrong, all wrong).
(Then I remembered that I’m getting married in a rural Maryland barn; not on a red carpet in Southern California. Although the Oscars might be an appropriate venue for how seriously I’m taking this wedding. )
I have already shared with the internet several of the wedding dresses I didn’t choose. Because, as I said, only a crazy person would reveal her wedding dress pick to the mass public a year before her wedding. But now that I’ve had time to think on it…I’ve seen (and been in) Fiddler on the Roof enough times to know the pitfalls of adhering to tradition. So, at the end of this post, I’m revealing my dress. Which means you’ll either have to read the rest of this before you can see it, or you’ll have to take several seconds to scroll down. I’m making this difficult for you.
Seven months until the wedding (according to theknot.com, which probably knows more details about my wedding than I do at this point) is the time to start thinking about bridesmaid dresses. Which I found out after having already scheduled my bridesmaid dress appointments at almost exactly seven months until the wedding. BECAUSE I’M AN INTUITIVE GENIUS ABOUT WEDDING PLANNING, except for having scheduled my bridal shower for one of my pregnant cousin’s due dates. Oops.
I’ve still got two bridesmaids to meet with, but I unlocked another wedding achievement: Although I’m using real flowers for my wedding, I purchased one silk flower for each girl’s bouquet, which they can take home after the wedding as a memento. I chose white and pale pink anemones to match my wedding colors, though Jonathan is not yet aware that pink is one of our wedding colors, which I’m blaming on the deployment—I’m not choosing not to tell him; I just haven’t had the chance to tell him. The benefits of deployments are limited, so I’m just gonna go ahead and take this one.
Wedding planning has been a great way to distract myself from my current existential crisis, in which I’m for some reason trying to compare my life to Alice in Wonderland (which at least proves how existential the crisis is). In some ways, planning my wedding with a deployed fiancé is the stupidest decision I’ve ever made, and in some ways it’s the most genius. And it’s brilliant for him at any rate, because he doesn’t have to deal with me whenever I get real concerned that an idea I’ve had is stupid, and then spend four consecutive hours on Pinterest trying to find another. (Wedding planning is also apparently one of the only times you can act manic-deppressive without a proper diagnosis and get away with it.)
So before I change my mind about this too, the big wedding dress reveal:
Before you decry me as the girl who cried wedding dress, if you look closely, I’ve given away my designer (Justin Alexander) and my neckline, so this is still pretty brave of me. Oh, and before you think I’ve given away that my dress is pink, that’s just the garment bag reflecting on the dressing room lights. My dress is not pink…
…OR IS IT?
Aren’t you glad you scrolled down for this?