Something old, something new, something borrowed, something ewww.
Looks like wedding bells are ringing at my house – and no, they aren’t for me. We all know how I feel about that mushy gushy crap but apparently my mom doesn’t feel the same.
That’s right, my mom is getting married. I love the guy to death and I couldn’t be happier for them, but I never realized the stress of planning a wedding. Aren’t weddings supposed to fun and easy to plan? Yeah, right.
Since this whole thing has taken place my life has become a blur of ugly dresses, stinky flowers, corny invitations and rotten food. Not that that is what my mom has chosen for her special day but that seems to be all these wedding places have to offer.
Stress factor 1:
First the location…well kind of. The location and date go hand in hand because if you are lucky enough to find a location you like, you pretty much take it when they have availability and apparently everyone wants to get hitched at the same place on the same day. Go figure.
Stress factor 2:
After visiting a few locations, my soon to be happy family decided on a location. Finally something accomplished. Now on to the next task, dresses.
My mom was actually quite lucky and found a gorgeous dress right away but unfortunately that wasn’t the case for us bridesmaids.
In case you didn’t know bridesmaid dresses only come in vomit pink with ruffles all over and that itchy stuff underneath.
After a week of hunting and 10 bridal stores later, my mom decided to go for a very basic black dress without too many ruffles.
Stress factor 3:
Now come the invitations. All of the stores have way too many choices, all of which are as corny as can be so we decided to order online.
I know it is a rather bold move but all we can do is cross our fingers and hope for the best. Hopefully the time, date and place will be correct and we will in fact have a wedding.
Stress factor 4:
On Monday we went to a flower shop and spent about two hours trying to tell the difference between an orchid and a lily. We told the lady we wanted pink flowers but apparently that wasn’t good enough.
I learned that there are specific rules about wedding flowers and that baby’s breath is so not in. Not only does the bride need a bouquet to carry down the aisle but a whole different one just to toss at the desperate girls hoping to be the next to walk down the aisle.
Along with two bouquets for the bride we had to decide on boutonnieres, corsages and table pieces.
Oh and if anyone thought that flower petals scattered along the aisle are cheap, they’re not. After that little adventure I have no shame saying that we paid a visit to a nearby happy hour.
This whole wedding thing sure is a pain but hopefully a few more tasks to complete and multiple happy hours it will all come together and my mom will have one of those picture perfect weddings. I am just thankful that it is not me taking the plunge. At least not yet.
Madison Steff, a senior communications major, is managing editor of the Campus Times. She can be reached by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.