My head is going to explode!
I am sure that whenever you mention wedding-planning problems to people who are not planning a wedding, they only roll their eyes at you. But take it from someone who knows - wedding planning is nothing to roll ye eyes at. Sure, it all starts off as fun and games, and with phrases like "I'm not going to be a bridezilla, and I am really not the type of girl who dreamed of my wedding since I was little, I am going to be laid back and level-headed about the whole thing", but then you meet face to face with this whole evil concept, known as THE WEDDING INDUSTRY, and all your previous good intentions fly right out the window. I am sure you are all wondering why I am being so vague, but I am just so sick of thinking and worrying about it in my head that I do not have the energy to write down the specifics of the whole mess. But to make a long story short - we are being schemed at every turn by our wedding coordinator guy. This friday we were schemed by him regarding our flowers. Our contract specified that he would cover our flowers, and friday we met with the florist. It turned out that he allocated $1500 to the florist and told her to do flowers for our wedding. And she started our meeting by explaning to us that for that kind of money we can only hope to have the shittiest most embarassing flowers ever. Yes, perhaps she did not use those words - but let's call things what they really are. This is the exact message she was trying to get across. So here stands the coordinator guy, saying how that kind of money can buy you terrific wedding flowers, and there stands the florist saying the absolute opposite. Both trying to accomplish their different aims - him trying to spend the least possible money on us, and her trying to get us to shell out more. AGH!!!!!
On a tad more exciting wedding front, today I went shopping for wedding shoes with my dad. Someone might wonder why with my dad exactly. Because today my mother invited Vadim and his parents and us over to their house for the 2nd passover seder. We went there purposefully about 2 hours early to give me a chance to stop by a couple of stores to shop for wedding shoes. But as could be expected, Vadim didn't think of that as a good time. Instead, he preferred to be dropped off at my parents house and there he stayed helping my mother prepare the food and set the table. From what I heard - he gave her input on every single dish, input which she gladly took. I am totally cuted out by that. But I digress. Because, unlike Vadim, my father thinks it's a "good time" to hang out with me, even if that means spending time with me while I shop for wedding (or other occassion) shoes - so he agreed to accompany me. I had a dilemma. Buy really pretty elegant shoes with a 3.5 inch heel...
kind of like these, but much prettier, or go for the less elegant, more bulky platform shoes, but with a 5 inch heel.
Decisions, decisions! I went with the 5 inch heel. I figure my dress will cover the shoes anyway, and nobody will get to see the elegance, but everybody will get to see me being 5 inches taller! I have a slight feeling that my dad disapproved. But a (short) girl's gotta do what she's gotta to do!
Our passover dinner was lovely. We all had lots of wine, lively talk was had, jokes told. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside (and not just because of the wine)! But the MOST exciting part happened afterwards, when I went upstairs to pick up my summer clothes, which I left in one of the upstairs bedrooms carefully packaged in garbage bags. You see - we were moving in january, and into a rather small apartment, and I decided that I will only take my winter clothing, and come back for the summer wordrobe later on. But as it turned out, my mom (a lovely woman!) gave ALL MY SUMMER CLOTHES AWAY TO THE SALVATION ARMY! Yes, Dash - including that absolutely gorgeous Arden B tank top thingie you gave me for my birthday! I mean ALL of my summer clothes! Well, except the few that I thankfully left hanging in the closet and didn't carefully pack up into the bags. Mommy (I mentioned that she is a doll) compensated me for my loss and thus when I am done with finals - it's time for a shopping spree. Who's coming?
On a tad more exciting wedding front, today I went shopping for wedding shoes with my dad. Someone might wonder why with my dad exactly. Because today my mother invited Vadim and his parents and us over to their house for the 2nd passover seder. We went there purposefully about 2 hours early to give me a chance to stop by a couple of stores to shop for wedding shoes. But as could be expected, Vadim didn't think of that as a good time. Instead, he preferred to be dropped off at my parents house and there he stayed helping my mother prepare the food and set the table. From what I heard - he gave her input on every single dish, input which she gladly took. I am totally cuted out by that. But I digress. Because, unlike Vadim, my father thinks it's a "good time" to hang out with me, even if that means spending time with me while I shop for wedding (or other occassion) shoes - so he agreed to accompany me. I had a dilemma. Buy really pretty elegant shoes with a 3.5 inch heel...
kind of like these, but much prettier, or go for the less elegant, more bulky platform shoes, but with a 5 inch heel.
Decisions, decisions! I went with the 5 inch heel. I figure my dress will cover the shoes anyway, and nobody will get to see the elegance, but everybody will get to see me being 5 inches taller! I have a slight feeling that my dad disapproved. But a (short) girl's gotta do what she's gotta to do!
Our passover dinner was lovely. We all had lots of wine, lively talk was had, jokes told. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside (and not just because of the wine)! But the MOST exciting part happened afterwards, when I went upstairs to pick up my summer clothes, which I left in one of the upstairs bedrooms carefully packaged in garbage bags. You see - we were moving in january, and into a rather small apartment, and I decided that I will only take my winter clothing, and come back for the summer wordrobe later on. But as it turned out, my mom (a lovely woman!) gave ALL MY SUMMER CLOTHES AWAY TO THE SALVATION ARMY! Yes, Dash - including that absolutely gorgeous Arden B tank top thingie you gave me for my birthday! I mean ALL of my summer clothes! Well, except the few that I thankfully left hanging in the closet and didn't carefully pack up into the bags. Mommy (I mentioned that she is a doll) compensated me for my loss and thus when I am done with finals - it's time for a shopping spree. Who's coming?
posted by SmallWonder at 6:18 PM
1 Comments:
wish i could join you for the shopping spree; that sounds like fun.
and i would have gone with the 5-inch heels as well. i think the 3.5-inch shoes are prettier, but you're right - nobody will see your shoes, so go for the height!
sorry about the planning stress. hopefully there won't be too much more of it.
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