Wedding Blog

You know in Beetle Juice, when the couple can’t leave their house or they’ll be engulfed by a sand monster, freak windstorm, and rapidly disappearing landscape? That’s how I felt about planning weddings. It’s like, holy crap—I am not leaving my front doorstep. I’m going to stay in here and bury my nose in a book and forage for cookie crumbs and watch Daisy of Love Tour Bus IV, and maybe our wedding will somehow come together on its own. Maybe all I can hope for is the wedding not to eat me alive. (What is wrong with me?? I have no idea.)

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But no one can stay trapped in their house forever, right? So, soon after our engagement, Mr. Potato Head & I spent a Sunday afternoon (oh, fine, it was a Saturday night!) at our local mega-bookstore, where we stood stupefied in front of the wedding section (it has its own section?!), selected an armful of planners, guides, and magazines that we had no intention of buying, and plopped ourselves down at a table, ready to throw down some serious wedding knowledge.

Two cups of coffee and a snickerdoodle later, I was starting to hyperventilate.

Information overload! So many books! So much advice, given from so many people! Bargains and templates and vendors and place cards, oh my! Recognizing my growing anxiety, Mr. PH whisked away the books and assured me we didn’t have to make all the wedding decisions right at that moment.

I spent the rest of the evening happily reading cookbooks.

I guess it’s evident that I was never the girl who dreamed about her wedding. I didn’t think of weddings at all until I met Mr. Potato Head, and even then it was always a “someday” event, like, “Someday I’ll write a novel. Someday I’ll buy a house. Someday we’ll get married”.

When “someday” turned into “next June”, I did not fall prettily into the role of planner and bride-to-be. Instead, I panicked, did a bit of hiding, confirmed that Mr. PH would be equally involved (he is), and sought out my married friends for a whole bunch of help. Sure, we could’ve eloped, but after seven years together we actually wanted the whole shebang, the day and the lead-up to it, the celebration with family and friends, all together in one place. We just didn’t know where to start.

Surely I’m not alone here. Were you also overwhelmed at the idea of wedding planning? How did you sort through the profusion of information out there? Would you put your money on the Chipz or that nasty Sand Worm? It’s okay, I won’t be offended if you choose the worm. He’s pretty feisty.