Weddingbee Blog

I really like the energetic tone and writing style in this post. I had more steam and excitement in the early days of blogging. Actually executing our plans started getting in the way just before the wedding. You know, minor detail…

Whenever I felt like I was losing my voice or a DIY or research-filled post was too dry, I’d re-read this one to get me back on track. I still feel the same excitement now, just after the wedding, as I did then. I hit some stress bumps in the road, but on the other side of it all, I am really proud of how our wedding turned out, and I’m not lying in this post: I want to be a wedding planner/event designer. The job search is on! This post is a glimpse into why I wanted to be a bee, and how (I hope) I’ve found my calling by way of a big love-filled life milestone.

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A match-up of me and planning our wedding… that is… {Fair warning- I’m letting you all in on my bridal crazy, right here from the start. Keeping it real for y’all.}

I love planning our wedding. I think I was born to plan this wedding. I’ve been waiting my whole life for the opportunity to plan my wedding.

I don’t mean to take one giant leap backward for womankind. Of course I cringe at traditional female roles-of-old and their lack of possibility. I know there are women out there who don’t necessarily see themselves settling down, and I respect that. A good part of me envies their drive and focus. But I. love. every. second. of planning this event.

It has been downright empowering:

I forget my phone-a-phobia when I’m making a wedding-related phone call. I buck up and ask if I can sub B for A to get more of what I want for what we’re paying. I’m exploring more practical ways to be creative while trying to make my chosen career path work-nay, perhaps I’m discovering more practical creative career choices…? Mainly I feel organized and productive. This is a tall order for a scattered creative-type whose realistic side stays firmly grounded in a tedious day job that may or may not be directly helpful to future Miss Thimble.

Wedding planning has not only been fun because it’s all about what I want. (To be perfectly honest, whenever people do shine a light on me and give me what I want, I’ve taken to hiding in a shell of overly-modest awkward jumblywords: “Uh, god, no! Thank you for your great work. You’re pretty. Uh shucks.” I hope that version of Miss T stays under wraps on the big day.) Wedding planning has been an amazing gift because I get to see and experience all of these glamorous trades that I have daydreamed about pursuing. I get to work with experts in each field, assistant-design my dream day.

Sure, I’m paying them. But my secret obsession friendship/apprenticeship usually overshadows reality and I let myself really hone in on manic planning and research. I’m talking letterpress/graphic design/typography; cake baking and making; photography/Photoshop editing; flowers!; and of course the only area I have any actual experience in: dress silhouettes/fabric/accessories/veils!

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I can’t wait to get my apron dirty with some cake flour and my hands dirty in a letterpress class-that is, of course, if an actual invitation designer doesn’t decide to take me under her (of course her!) wing and show me the ropes while we trot on ponies together under sparkling rainbows hearts and stars.

Have any of you fallen a little in love with the [fun parts of the] process? With catching a glimpse of “what if I were a wedding ______ designer…?” Or am I just hitting the crescendo of my quarter-life-crisis while looking at too many very pretty things?