A few weeks ago I had a dream. It was my wedding day. Things went downhill from there. For one, my dress was pink. Not nice, pretty, “oh that’s different” pink like this:
It was a pink, ruffled monstrosity. Kind of like this:
In addition to my hideous dress, I had no shoes to wear. I know, at this point in the dream shoes should be the least of my worries. But I’m so looking forward to finding the most perfect, fabulous wedding shoes, so that’s probably why I didn’t have any in the dream. I also didn’t have a photographer. And I don’t mean a no-show. I just plain didn’t hire one. Probably for the best, considering the dress I was wearing.
Anyway, I woke up in a panic and quickly realized that it was all a dream. It was all in my head. My wedding is still ahead of me, with plenty of time to get it right.
A few days ago I got an email in my Inbox that was so disturbing that I just had to click on it. Of course, having signed up for an account on theknot.com approximately 12.5 seconds after the ring was on my finger, I get the occasional email from the site reminding me of all the things I haven’t done yet. (Thanks a lot, Knot.)
The subject of this particular email was “Ten Wedding Disasters.” Are you kidding? I should have just deleted it then and there. My first thought was, “Really? Only ten?” The intent of the email is to
force encourage brides to think ahead to prevent these disasters from happening. But being a Worry Wort with a capital W, now all I can do is worry about the DJ getting a corrupt version of our first dance song, which will cut out in the middle. WHO worries about that? The people at The Wedding Channel, that’s who.
I know there is merit in being prepared. I was a Girl Scout, after all! But I’ve also learned in my short time on this planet that when you think positively, good things happen. Thus far, I feel good about all the vendors I’ve hired, and have had nothing but great interactions with them. I love my dress (which is ivory, by the way), I have plenty of time to find the perfect shoes, and I’m marrying a guy who takes things in stride.
Besides, if our first dance song cuts out in the middle, we’ll just do the Cupid Shuffle.
Anyone out there have a “wedding disaster” story? How did you deal?