Weddingbee Blog

Guys, I hit a slump a few weeks ago—a deep pothole of wedding apathy. My well of inspiration ran dry, and my back-up reserves of motivation were busy elsewhere. When I finally confessed this rut to an engaged coworker, she said, “Oh, that happened to me too, about three months out. You’ll snap out of it.”

I doubted it. Chalk it up to planning fatigue, to work stress, I don’t know. But I couldn’t bring myself to do anything related to our wedding, nor could I cobble together any details-related writing for you. Because, um, there would have to be details to write about them.

Then, somehow, the clouds parted this weekend—literally and figuratively—and panels of sunshine filtered in. I could smell spring for the first time—the season wherein I marry my love—and, indeed, I felt renewal. The reason for my stagnation seemed so clear—I’m far enough in the process to have all the big stuff done, but it seems too far away for the tiniest details.

So I started small—non-committal—by painting a big frame (a fauxtobooth prop), and it felt good to do something with immediate gratification. The frame was wood. Now it is blue-painted wood. Progress. Then I watched Emma while making a wedding to-do list. Please note that I did not use this time to actually do anything for the wedding. Just to craft a list pretty enough that maybe I won’t want to cry when I see it.

From there, I searched for table number ideas. None sang to me. But just then, Pdog called to me to hold a piece of PVC pipe while he finished up the fauxtobooth. Seeing it come to life—exactly as I’d imagined—made me want to work more on it. Then, leaving the room, an object on my coffee table struck lightening into my table number brainstorm. Somehow, one weekend later, everything on the above list exists, in at least a draft form. The real list is much longer, of course, but those are getting checked off too.

So, babies, I’m back in business, although my most recent check marks left me without my sparkliest trappings. My dress is undergoing the first round of alterations (and it still fits, and I love it even more than I remembered). Also, my engagement ring is with the designer who’s making my wedding band. There is no white gown in my possession, and my finger is bare, but I’m feeling more and more bridal everyday. Finally.

Have you hit a planning slump? How did you get your second wind?