It's midnight and I'm watching reruns of Grey's Anatomy on Netflix while eating my weight in Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream. Who cares how many points this is going to cost me on my Weight Watchers diet? I have spent the day happy crying over engagement photos and ugly crying over the fact that the Knot completely erased all my progress that I had logged for wedding planning.
Vindictive little site.
It's like it knew I switched my loyalties to Zola.
But that's besides the point.
The point is. I am 28 years old. I bingewatch Netflix shows like it's my job. I have 2 kids that have 4 legs, and probably create just as much of a mess as those with 2 legs, if nothing else, they bring me as much joy. And I also happened to get engaged to the love of my life in July.
Since July I have successfully booked a venue, read 12 books (that have nothing to do weddings... unless there is a wedding in the novel), picked a wedding party, picked up 3 new hobbies, and cried more times than I count while drinking white wine. It's supposed to be fun they say. But damn it's not always. Its stressful as fuck, and throw in the fact that we're trying to keep it budget friendly and DIY like, you might as well put me in a straight jacket and commit me. All I want is a Pinterest style wedding, and I'm probably going to die trying to make it happen.
So here I am, finding my own little corner of the internet, to whine while drinking wine, about my current wedding woes, and the little bits of bliss that I find. Be prepared for the wild ride of crafting, indecision, and most of all procrastination at it's finest. I mean, hell, here we are with a blog post about wedding planning, but what wedding planning could have been done during the time that it took to write this post?
Strap in and hold on tight, Mr. Toad's Wild Ride has only just begun.
