So, there I sat three days before I finally say I DO, months of planning , weeks of searching for the perfect minimilist effects without losing any sentimentality, and hours away from finally breathing a sigh of relief as all my hard work comes together …..only to discover my venue did NOT order mini blackboards for the buffet table.
Now to the ordinary sane , non Bridezilla, this doesn’t seem such a big deal …right?
But, to me, a self confessed current Bridezilla, this meant with no avaliable time to rush about looking for some blackboards ,it was the soul crushing of a perfectly laid out dinner spread and the devastating end to my carefully compiled wedding photo list.
There were tears. There was a slight tantrum. There was mild hysteria as I looked to my future groom …the hero in my life , to magically conjure up twenty mini blackboards and save my now overstressed emotional nerves.
Instead of a nice calm agreement with me at the thoughtlessness of our chosen venue and the rushing out to hunt down my blackboards , I got a full mouth of grumpy mumbles about how none of the details mattered as he only saw our wedding as him and I getting married.
Biting my tongue with the urge to ask him how exactly 100 guests were going to know what they were eating and enjoy a less than perfectly planned wedding I stormed off to do something constructive like Google blackboard suppliers on short frigging notice.
Hurt and very angry at his lack of loyalty and support in my tragic drama, I muttered quiet contemplations of just how far people really want to push ‘on the nerve of breakdown‘ Bridezillas and incompetence at the fact that everyone should just do what they say they will …afterall, how hard is it to buy a few mini blackboards on stands with just the right curve and hight to highlight the minimilist ambiance I want to achieve.
I concluded my usual …”if you want something done properly do it yourself !” …And continued with our evening routine.
It wasn’t until we lay silently in bed that my hero’s words ran through my mind. The entire time I’d been rambling on about small details of the wedding , rushing about seeing that our guests and wedding party were happy, planning every minute detail according to the sunset and stressing over utterly insane items that usually do not cross my mind . (No, i actually do not really care what shade of pink salmon is )
All the while, he is only waiting for that one moment when we pledge our love to each other.
Silently , I repremanded Bridezilla and shoved her back into her box.
I’d become so caught up in the planning and organising. The small details and my natural instinct to make everyone feel included and special that I’d forgotten that no matter how the day goes it’s about us …our love and our promise to each other.
I’m sure my blackboards won’t be the only less than perfect detail to my plans, as sadly Bridezillas can’t control everything, but what I do know is that no matter how many things go wrong, after months of waiting I will finally hold my future husbands hand and say I do and that will be perfect.
Incase you thought I’d given up on those blackboards …no, this bridezilla still has two days to hunt some down.