Weddingbee Blog

(Photo of our church earlier that week. Photo by my father)

I wish that I could say that our wedding was perfect. Not many weddings are. I just wish our wedding had been a little bit closer to what I had been expecting. I’ll post in depth recaps later, but right now, I just have to get this off of my chest.

MAJOR THINGS THAT WENT WRONG AT OUR WEDDING

1. It rained - and not just in a “ooh, dear, there’s a drizzle’ kind of way - but in a black sky, horizontal, driving, freezing sleet kind of way. All day. As in, the umbrellas we got were useless, and all of our planned shots became impossible. We ended up getting our group photos taken in a gymnasium.

2. We don’t have any adorable outside shots because of the rain. We barely have ANY shots because photographic creativity apparently became extinct during our photo session time. How about you…stand in front of this window and hold hands. Now repeat that shot in front of another store window - hold - hey, why are you crying? I should have just had my dad take the photos and saved ourselves the money.

3. The florist put our gorgeous bouquets into the fridge in our garage. The fridge that is set to freezing because of its usual contents. Our bouquets froze to death. Luckily, the florist was able to drive back, and pick up some stand-in filler flowers from the grocery store, but our bouquets were definitely looking deceased. My gorgeous white and pink bouquet? Brown, white, and wilted. After the ceremony, we didn’t use them - and I had been SO. IN. LOVE. with my bouquet.

4. I lost so much weight in the weeks leading up to the wedding that my dress looks deflated in my chest area. I look like Nicole Richie in the wedding photos that I have seen so far.

6. Someone put black polyester table cloths on the accent tables instead of the upgraded soft gold pintuck linens that we had ordered and paid for. As a result, all those DIY projects I had spent so many hours on look awful. I am not even joking - try to imagine all that pale pink, yellow, and gold on ugly faded black table cloths. “Wow,” said one guest, “those table cloths look evil.”

*sob*

When we finally reached the reception, soaking, photo-less, and half-frozen, I couldn’t concentrate on anything. I sat numbly at the head table, glumly staring at my empty plate. Mr. Shortcake asked my if I wanted to eat anything. I asked for fruit. He brought me pickles. A couple of my bridesmaids started crying. Then my contact fell out and that was the last straw. I ran as fast as my broken hoopskirt/bustle/shoes (they somehow expanded because of the humidity, and I couldn’t keep them on my feet!) would let me, and once in the bathroom, bawled my eyes out.

For all of my preparation, all those details I had slaved over for over a year, nothing was going right. I was so beyond disappointed in some of our vendors. We didn’t have any good photos, all my DIY looked like crap because of the table cloths, I looked like a starving prisoner of war, and all I wanted to do was throw up. Everywhere.

{stayed tuned for part II.}