I was a relaxed sort of person, until I said “Yes”.
I’m a pretty chillaxed kinda person. I use sarcasm a lot (by a lot I mean it’s my first language and English is my second) and I don’t take myself too seriously.
At least, I was all these things until one small part of my life changed.
I got engaged. Engaged.
I am betrothed. I shall be saying “I do”. I will be professing my love publicly to the man I adore (he’s kinda cool so I have no problem with that).
I never expected it to happen this way.
You see, we – being my fiancé and I (hehe that’s the first I’ve said that, so cool) – kinda went the non-traditional route.
Together,we already have kids (two, they are awesome and hilarious, we love them), dogs (two, they are annoying and shed hair everywhere but despite what I say I do love them too), cars (two, they are expensive but I love them also) and a house (just one, we’re not that rich…and now I have a wedding to pay for it won’t be two for a long time yet).
We’ve done it all. EXCEPT the wedding part.
And I always thought I’d be pretty chill and we’d have a low key affair. We’d say our personal vows and wham bam thank you ma’am we would be done. Back to life as we know it. Soccer mum duties here I come.
But let me tell you something, the mere act of getting engaged turns you loopy. It makes you insane and quite frankly turns one into a CRAZY PERSON.
Yes, I admit it. The wedding industry and the sparkly diamond on my pretty little finger have made me cray cray (and borderline bridezilla but shhh on that one).
What is happening to me?
I have googled every little wedding thing I could think of. My browser history is gigantic lists of any vintage-rustic-shabby-chic-boho-beachy wedding related items I can find.Oh and Pinterest. I freakin' love Pinterest.
I even found a site in the US that will hand-make my monogrammed-themed-
WHO. EVEN. AM. I??????
My mum is probably the most shocked. Her nickname for me is "Last minute Lisa" - I am THE world's best procrastinator.