Weddingbee Blog

Newness normally freaks me out a little. When we got engaged last May, my retelling included how I had kind of a lot going on: we just got the apartment to ourselves (I overlapped with his old roomie for a month), we just bought a couch and a TV, and I just got a new tattoo. We (I) were immersed in nesting: particularly how to make it look like boys hadn’t lived there (ha!). Then, I got me a fiancé and a blingy little friend.

We’re now in the home stretch, when a lot of plans I’ve had since last summer are coming to fruition. Surprisingly, this also came with the feeling of new. Abstract items relegated to email folders and printouts in the wedding binder are actually becoming real. It was further proof that even my best-laid, most-worried-about, and most-reviewed plans are just that: plans. The real thing is the real thing. As simple as it sounds, it’s more complex than I gave it credit for.

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RSVP cards continue streaming in: 60 guests so far. My fab bachelorette wine weekend in Paso Robles came and went (recap to come on that). A local cocktail crawl is in a couple of weeks. Day-before rehearsal business is coming up more frequently. People started booking hotel rooms and plane tickets, and some generously donated to our Honeyfund registry.

It’s all really exciting, but I’m trying to remember that I’ll miss the whole thing if I don’t take the time to look around (thanks, Ferris).

Who else is immersed/overwhelmed/jazzed up by the newness of new-ish? Is it all of the above, or more of one than another?