Could I Care Less? Let’s see.

Dudes, I care a lot about my wedding. You can probably tell that by how I write about it so much? I am not one of those breezy “it’s just another day” engaged ladies. I am a Bride with a capital B and occasional silent “zilla” suffix.

I’ve spent so many more hours and dollars tears and furrows on this wedding than I’d really care to admit.

And yet, I am regularly confronted with wedding things for which I can not summon even a crumb of enthusiasm: Table numbers. Escort cards. Out-of-town bags. Favors. Centerpieces. Pretty much everything that can be categorized as a “detail.”

All of which are things that are on the agenda for this week, while my mother-in-law is in town. Which is bizarrely shifting my thinking to a place where I believe I hate my wedding or at least don’t particularly care about it. I have a weird detail-induced false consciousness going on here.

But Viki’s picking up my slack, so boxes are being checked even though my heart is not in it right now. Viki is awesome. She pretty much single-handedly assembled all of our centerpieces this afternoon. Seriously, I pitched in with a little Windexing here and a little price-sticker-peeling there, but she was the heart and the brain of the operation. I was like, the gall bladder. Helpful, but hardly vital.

So cheers for friends and family being on Team Wedding. I’m still hoping my interest and excitement in my wedding pop back in to place in a timely fashion, but at least I’m not the only one who knows how to fly this plane. [Could I mix any more metaphors into this entry? Probably not? I’ll just end here, then.]

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6 responses to “Could I Care Less? Let’s see.

  1. Like all things, I think enthusiasm for the wedding is bound to have its ups and downs. Some days I’m obsessed with our wedding, other days I sort of pretend like it already happened and we’re a boring, happily married couple with no interest in place cards. Sometimes my mom or a friend or Stephen will get all excited about some part of it, and it helps get me back in the spirit too.

  2. I am with you. There are some things that I’m CRAZY anal about, and then there are others that I could care less about, and some I care so little about that I’ve forbidden other people to care about! 🙂

    Usually about the time I’m down, someone gets excited–my mom decided to make a ton of paper crafts. My mother-in-law decided to find tables and chairs and plant flowers to make things beautiful. It all comes together.

  3. I’m very grateful for my mom being in town. We started making ribbon wands last night, and it’s surprisingly more difficult than I expected. She was kind of the brain of the project and came up with a very efficient system for measuring ribbon and cutting it. While I’m at work today, she’s planning on running the ends through a flame so they don’t unravel.

  4. “And yet, I am regularly confronted with wedding things for which I can not summon even a crumb of enthusiasm: Table numbers. Escort cards. Out-of-town bags. Favors. Centerpieces. Pretty much everything that can be categorized as a “detail.””

    I can relate to this. I’ve just seen a lady about our invites and she was asking all sorts of questions like, what font and what size for the font. I just grabbed some samples she had, flicked through them and pointed to the one I liked best.

    Don’t get me wrong I want things to look lovely and for the details to be right, but I think part of me is hoping it will just all come together if I keep telling my suppliers what I’m aiming for! That might be optimistic but unless I get a sudden burst of ‘love for details’ its the only way it’s going to happen!!

    I hope you get through ‘Detail Week’ – sounds like Team Wedding will give you plenty of support!

  5. HAHA. not caring = hating my wedding in my wedding-addled brain too. 🙂

  6. HA HA. Been there.

    I think not caring about some of it is an excellent plan.

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