Jeffrey and I frequently talk about our wedding. The small details, the big details, the date, the location, but not often a specific color scheme. I don't necessarily think an inspiring wedding needs any particular color scheme (my sister's wedding was one of the most beautiful I've seen and it did not adhere to one), but I think a smattering of colors will help to direct the ambiance of our wedding in a direction we like. So this weekend I scouted some of my favorite shots, stuck them in a collage, and then pulled the most eye-catching colors from all the pictures. This is what I came up with. While it may not be perfectly fitting of the ideas in our heads (there are so many floating around), I think it's a nice foundation to build upon.
While we're talking wedding, here's an update. I found a vintage dress that could just be the one (!!!). My rehearsal dinner dress and shoes have been purchased and are waiting patiently in my closet. We have one very likely ceremony location and will look at one more before making a final decision. We have talked back and forth about reception ideas, and right now we like the idea of a backyard reception (!). Our desserts will be homemade (easily the most painless decision -- my sister's were homemade and it was one of my favorite elements of her wedding), we still need to decide on what food we'd like to serve, and I am looking and looking for an affordable wedding photographer. Phew! Of course there are a million details that have to be sorted out, and we still have a year and some change until our big day, so we have plenty of time to change our minds eighty more times (we love to change our minds!).
Enjoy your day! xo, R.
This afternoon Jeffrey and I went to a potential wedding venue to see if we felt inspired by it. The location is in a park in our hometown area that saves historical homes from around the county, and restores/maintains them for public appreciation. (A very special venture, if I do say so myself!) Walking into the old building, we both felt very at home in it.
It was the first time I honestly felt a connection to a wedding location, which sounds kind of silly, but was actually really great. I think we both felt pretty good about it. That, my friends, is very exciting.
I'm an impressionable person, a quality that has been a blessing and a curse in my life. A blessing because I can find inspiration almost anywhere, and it's easy for me to find the good in other people. A curse because I had to learn the hard way that one shouldn't have to change to make other people happy. I learned that lesson twice.
The Internet can be a slippery slope of inspiration and constant comparison. I stay for the inspiration and beg myself to leave because of the comparison -- comparing my wardrobe to someone else's, comparing my life with a stranger's, detailing wedding plans of a vision that isn't mine. It can all seem really constricting and heavy and no fun at all.
When I first discovered wedding blogs, I was strangely enamored. I can say, honestly, that I was never the kind of person that dreamt of my wedding day. As a matter of fact, it rarely crossed my mind. I never wanted a big wedding. Or perfectly coordinated bouquets. I never even knew people photographed weddings.
Suddenly, it was all I could think about. I found myself calculating costs and wondering how on Earth people afford this stuff. And I wanted to cry. Then I reminded myself: I never wanted a big wedding. Or perfectly coordinated bouquets. Or anything like that. That is someone else's dream. A brilliant, wonderful, amazing, perfect dream. But it's not mine.
No, my dream looks more like a very small, unfussy celebration of the love I found in the fifth grade with a boy who makes me laugh and washes the dishes way more often than I do. And yes, I want photos. And I want to hold my idea of a perfect bouquet (sunflowers). And I want to wear something old and something new and something borrowed and something blue. And I want my dad to walk me down the aisle while my mom looks on with gentle eyes and a kind smile. And I want my family members to receive us with open arms and love in their hearts. And I want to remember that day as one in which I gained a whole new family.
And it will be perfect. And, more importantly, it will be my idea of perfect. xo, R.
