I’m linking up today’s post over at Chronically Distracted. You do know that Chronically Distracted is one of my many side projects, right? Each month we focus on a topic based off the book The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. April we focused on love and marriage. We usually ask our readers to respond to a writing prompt as well. This week we posted three different prompts and asked our readers to respond to any of the three. Here they are:
1. What makes a couple a “happily married couple”?
2. The person who completely broke your heart is meeting you for coffee in an hour. Describe the next three hours.
3. If you were to plan your wedding today, what would you do differently from your original wedding day?
While I would love, love, love to respond to number two I think I’ll stay away from that one because my husband and my family occasionally read my blog and I’d just rather not go there, you know? Yeah, you know.
And I think I’m also going to stay away from the happily married couple question too. Not because I’m not part of a happy duo, I just would rather talk about the fact that I was a complete bridezilla when I planned my wedding. Who, me? Yes, me.
Back in 2001, I dreamt of a church wedding with a hotel reception. Gag. First of all, we don’t do church. We just don’t and don’t hate on me in the comments, ok? But I fell in love with a particular church and it was decided that we’d be married there. And then there was the reception. Well, we had a lot of people invited and we needed a place big enough to host all these people (half of we hardly knew or hardly still speak to now). I mean, it was fun and it turned out beautifully but I guess my tastes are just so different now. And finally, the dresses (not mine, I still very much like my wedding dress). I’m talking about the awful bridesmaid dresses I made my friends wear. I was very concerned with their budgets so I shopped exclusively at David’s Bridal for them but I HATED all the regular bridesmaid dresses. So what do I do? I chose a Mother-of-the-Bride dress for them. It was a two-piece. TWO PIECES! I’ll never forget going to a wedding two weeks before my own and the bride had chosen a knee-length dress for her girls and I loved it. It was summer after all. But there was no turning back so they wore silver, floor length, two-piece Mother-of-the-Bride dresses with silver strapy sandals. And they both totally rocked tight, crispy-hard, up-dos. I don’t know how there wasn’t a revolt. I kind of wish they would have!
So the question is if I were planning my wedding today how would it be different. Oh, we would so be eloping. End of story.
So dish…what did your bridesmaids wear? I need the nitty-gritty details.