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Mr. S and I had a good talk the other night.

I’d been kind of concerned for the past few weeks. Basically, all I can think about is weddingweddingwedding, and whenever I asked his opinion on anything, he’d say, “Whatever you want is fine.” While I appreciate the lack of opposition on things like colors and flowers, I kind of wished that he’d be more involved. I mean, it’s not my wedding; it’s ours.

So I brought this up to him. He said that all he cares about is the following:

1. That we get married.
2. That everyone we love is there.
3. That everyone has a good time (which means that there is tasty food, a fully stocked bar, and good music).

Sounds reasonable and sane to me!

He also said that he knows nothing about design and color and that he doesn’t really care. On the aesthetics and decor front, he is deferring to me 100%. He said that he wants me to be happy with the look of our wedding, and as long as it’s not too pink and frothy and ruffly (which it won’t be), he’s totally cool with anything.

But I wanted to show him some ideas I had, even if I knew he wouldn’t have much of an opinion. I sat him down at my laptop and showed him my ideas for centerpieces and my inspiration board. I showed him my ideas for a smilebooth with props.

I expected him to say “OK, whatever you want is fine.” Deferring to me 100%. But instead, he looked kind of uneasy. I prodded him to find out what was up, and he said, “This looks like it’s going to be a lot of hard work. I don’t want you to get stressed out.”

This is valid. I get stressed out a LOT. And when I do, it’s ugly. And then Mr. S gets stressed out, too, and it’s a whole big mess. So yeah. I get it.

So I made a promise. I promised him that I wouldn’t take on any projects that would stress me out.

Collecting vintage vases has been fun. Making nine or ten squares of fabric will be a no brainer. Gathering props for a fauxtobooth will be easy. But I won’t be taking on any tasks that will make me tear my hair out. I won’t buy a Gocco and attempt to do the invitations myself. (I’d considered this.) I won’t do anything else that will cause me to scream and pound my fists against the table.

I’m going to Keep it Simple, Stupid.

I feel good about this. We’ve drawn a line. I won’t have Martha Stewart worthy details at the wedding, but it’s worth it.

Was your fiance concerned about your stress level while wedding planning?