I Understand Why People Elope

In January when Joe and I decided to get married I decided, in an effort to save money, (both mine and my parents ) I would hand make most things for the wedding. With the wedding almost a year away that sounded like a good plan. Now that I am less than two months from the wedding, it's getting a little overwhelming. In the last few weeks I have made 200 invitations, all the corsages, the boutonnieres, the decorations and centerpieces, my bouquet and my throw away bouquet. I love how everything turned out but it's been crazy.

My bridesmaids are all wearing different dresses. I wanted them to be comfortable because they are going to be in those dresses all day. The dresses they picked are all gorgeous and I'm excited to see them all together on the big day. They are all making their own bouquets from flowers I picked out. They are all the same color, just different flowers.

My bouquet is very different. One of my bridesmaids found an article about brooch bouquets. For years my mother has collected antique jewelry and has an abundance of old rhinestone brooches. This week I am putting the finishing touches on my brooch bouquet. It is, if I say so myself, absolutely gorgeous. And VERY heavy. lol

My dress is in the finishing stages. The alterations are almost complete and I go for a final fitting early next month. I love my dress. Joe has not seen it, and I'm doing my best to get it a secret. He doesn't want to see it until I walk down the aisle.

My brother has a theory about finishing a project. The first third of the time you spend trying to find the most effective and efficient way to do it. The secord third you are excited to implement the most effective way discovered. The last third you are tired of the damn project and just want it to be over. I am in the last third. I am excited for the wedding but very ready to be finished with all the projects. Whatever isn't done by December 10 just isn't getting done. :)

WEDDING ADVENTURES or Holy S**t I'm getting married.

In a little less than two months, I am getting married. Wow, it's still sort of weird to say. Married. For most of my adult life and I have been very admittedly anti-marriage. I have mused on several occasions that if divorce was genetic, I was screwed. My family is littered with divorce and I vowed very early in life I would not add to that statistic. Don't get me wrong, I don't think there is anything wrong with divorce or divorced people. I just don't want to be one of them. My parents divorce was very hard on me, and my brother's divorce was and is hard for his children. I promised myself I would never do that to my own children. (children, ha.. anyway, that's another blog)
So, you're probably asking yourself what changed my mind. I'm still asking myself that same question. I really don't know. It was almost like I woke up one morning and thought, "I should get married, couldn't be all bad." While I still don't fully understand why my mind suddenly betrayed me, I don't regret the decision. We are sickeningly happy and we are going to be together forever. Married or not.

More soon...