Weddingbee Blog

So I had this problem. Pink was supposed to be the dominant color everywhere, even on the bridesmaids. This was proving to be a difficult concept. My mom was the biggest detractor.

At first I thought she was all about my pink-gasm of a wedding. This was not the case. It started innocently enough: she’d merely repeated what bridal store consultants told her. “The bridesmaids should wear a contrasting color.” “Olive would look better with an ivory dress.” “Your daughter is a moron.” Etc. Then, she grew the ovarian fortitude to say for herself she didn’t lurve the idea of light pink on bridesmaids, that they’ll look like crap, and so on. I got defensive, I got angry, maybe even a little… monster-like, I don’t know.

As an aside, you know how when you get pushed into a corner to like something and so you automatically blurt out you hate it? Yeah I said I hated green. A few times. I mean, I do intensely dislike the pink/green combination. It’s too preppy for my tastes.

Well then. I started over.

I looked at the non-wedding images I clipped in the beginning that inspired me. Dior. Draper. Draper. Dior. In both images there was this striking green - bright alpine mayhaps? - and it made me wonder, (I’m Carrie Bradshaw now) was green part of the lovegasm that will be my wedding?

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Bright alpine, bright alpine… where have I heard this made-up color before? J.Crew, of course! So I took to the internet with my fingers a tapping, nay, SLAMMING toward the J.Crew address and there, in all of its bright alpine glory, were the bridesmaid dresses. No, not my bridesmaid dresses. Just some dresses. I was validating my color choice, OK?

So it was finished. Green was in. I sampled more colors from the Dior and Draper photos. The palette grew.

Where does this leave me? Well, I won’t be so quick to hate on my mom for being right, still, after 23 years of this shtick. Green isn’t quite the hateful color I imagined. Maybe weddings are the perfect time to learn to compromise with your mother, because your fiance really doesn’t give a sh*t what the palette is. Because he doesn’t know what a palette is.

Later that week, DC got covered in a Midwestern-sized snowstorm. I took the extra day off to finish my Christmas shopping. There were mountains of snow, limited public transport, and definitely some snow-in-boot misfortunes on my end. I eventually stopped in Kate Spade just to see if they had any of the bridal shoes (they didn’t) and check out the jewelry. Many guys were in there, presumably shopping for their lady friends and I ended up being head over heels in love with the gift boxes.

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It was the final piece of the Dior-Draper color puzzle. My green, my aqua, paired so brilliantly.

Behold! The final palette:

Did you have a completely insane method of figuring out your color palette?