Starting this post off with a disclaimer: I am not writing to offend anyone, this is a personal reflection of wedding planning using my experiences in both planning and attending. If you are seeing yourself in anything I’ve written, that’s on you my friend, but please know that I only come from a place of humor, perseverance and love. These are honest hurtles and I’ve chosen to expose myself here, so click the little ‘x’ in the top right corner if you start to get all vain and judgey. Thanks.
Neal and I have been married for almost a full year! I have yet to upload our wedding pictures, I haven’t written anything about our big day (until now), and I guess I’ve needed almost a year to decompress and live our life so that it doesn’t revolve around THE BIG DAY! With a new season of weddings coming for 2017, I am sooooo thankful to be a guest, not the one planning the circ…I mean wedding….
Our wedding day was jam-packed with more love and support than I ever could have imagined. We were so blessed to have had so many people come out to show their love and well-wishes for the commitment of partnership that Neal and I were embarking on.
I’m not going to offer anyone advice on what to do or not do when planning or attending a wedding. Mainly because any piece of advice will be lost among the rest, but also because there are so many issues that arise, and had for us, that it might just make your head explode. I guess my goal is to air out a few of my experiences so that maybe my anxieties that replay in my mind can finally be put to rest, and maybe you’ll find an insightful, perhaps helpful, little nugget of info that may help you or someone you know one day.
How about some history…
Neal and I met in Ontario. We both now live in BC. His family is here. Mine is there. We decided to make travel “easier for the majority of our guests” and get married in Ontario. Looking back, I’m glad we did get married there as it allowed for many more people that we cared about be able to attend. However, this is where we have our lives now, in Vancouver – it’s our present day – and maybe it would have been nice to celebrate in our new ‘together’ hometown. I also took for granted just how difficult {insert: expensive} it is to plan a wedding on the other side of the country.
Neal and I worked VERY hard to be financially responsible for our wedding day. We could own a house in Vancouver with the money we spent on our wedding. Let that sink in for a second. We were very proud of ourselves and actually owned every decision we made. We hustled SO hard to make our wedding day special to us both. I am also incredibly proud to say that my husband was so hands-on. There were many times over the year and eight-month planning process that I suggested eloping in Vegas or City Hall. To my delight, it was Neal who reminded me how special our wedding day was going to be and how much we’d regret not giving it our all. He too, wanted the once-in-a-lifetime celebration to look back on so he made a lot of decisions, put in a lot of sweat and even a few tears. I’m proud to say that it wasn’t just the bride’s day in our case, it was both of ours, so we made all the decisions together as a team – ya know, like an actual marriage?!
The absolute crushing part of the planning was when people couldn’t get on board with our choices. The choices and decisions during the wedding planning are endless. Literally, they could go on forever… so when you set on something and make those sometimes difficult or even painful decisions, the absolute hell for me was when people couldn’t support them. HELL. When people would tell me “it’s your day, have it however you’d like” or “if people don’t like it, too bad, it’s your day” or “you’re the BRIDE! Do whatever you want!”, I thought BULLSHIT! LIAR! FALSE! Those statements could not be more misleading and what they really mean is, “make your decision but no matter which way you look at it, someone will be unhappy”. How encouraging is that!? Now I know, “you can’t please everyone” but holy hell, I was not prepared for people being so upset about things that I deemed as reasonable. I never intended to hurt anyone’s feelings at any point, at all, ever, like never – but I ended up feeling guilty and heartbroken for feeling like I’ve failed the people I was asking to support us on our special day. The fact is, people will always have opinions about everything. They likely don’t always fall in line with your own – that’s kinda what makes the world go ’round. I love a good challenge, but wedding planning is a sensitive time so I will suggest some advice (the only piece I want to offer) for future wedding attendees that I’d like to share. Things you should ask a future bride and groom before attending their wedding: “Where”, “when”, and if you really like them, “how can I help?”. That’s it, no more. Please, no more.
After almost two years of wedding planning, I learned to let go of a lot. I actually got so tired of making decisions that I stopped. I was burnt out. My absolute meltdown moment (absolute doesn’t mean worst, biggest or only, it was just when I knew I was done) happened in a greenhouse. I left the flowers to the very end because I just didn’t care about which types of flowers we had, just a general colour theme for the wedding. I did not care about arrangements or bouquets, just knew that I needed them, so I figured I’d scoop some up from a few stores and be done with it. I went to a greenhouse to check things out and get some ideas and the lovely salesladies started asking me questions to find out what I needed. I know they meant well, but they asked a lot of questions and suggested that I place an order ASAP since I was about a week out from the wedding (I traveled to Ontario two weeks early sans fiance to finish things up). Their panic got me panicked so I thought, shit, I better get on this or else I’ll be left with nothing. OMG NO FLOWERS?! So I asked where to start and they led me to a fridge and told me that I could start by selecting my greenery. I stood in the fridge staring at at least 25 different types of leaves and felt the tears welling. I knew what was coming so I literally had to flea to the car where I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Done. I was done making decisions, especially about things that weren’t important to me. You tend to do things that you like first and procrastinate on things you don’t. This was true for me in this case but I felt like I SHOULD care about having the perfect flowers but I couldn’t possibly muster up enough care for this one.
When you think about your dream wedding, it could include so many different things – you can literally do or have anything you want because it’s all available to you in the wedding planning world. The reality of finances and practicality does not always mean that you can have everything you want – such is life. We ended up scratching a lot of wants off our list and we had to be okay with that. We had to let go of the things we simply could not have. More importantly, we had to be okay with it and move on from it without having regrets. I wanted a few things that simply were not in the budget. We had to compromise and know that it wasn’t a sacrifice. I think that really hit home from the beginning when I contacted a wedding planner and she replied that she didn’t think our budget fit her cost. Then I learned what her cost was and realized that it was either her or a two-week honeymoon in Hawaii and I was more than happy to make that compromise.
I hated my hair and makeup. I cringe when I see our photos and video. I didn’t do a trial since I was in Vancouver. I’m not scrounging for compliments here, I truly did not feel ‘bride’ in terms of my hairstyle and my makeup (or maybe too ‘bride’ and not enough ‘Alanna’). I’m very picky in this area and I know I can be demanding so this was a decision I should have spent more time on. I’m a huge dork and would never claim myself to be ‘sexy’ but I felt truly uncomfortable. I loved my dress, I felt great. I HATED my makeup and should’ve been more demanding at the time and that’s a big regret. On the other side of that experience, I didn’t want to spend any more time in the makeup chair than necessary. I was too anxious and nervous to sit and be fussed about over some stupid bang.
I also wish I had been more serious about the photography and the videography. It felt soooo weird and unnatural for me to be giving sexy face while leaning up against a wall with my back oddly hunched so I made jokes about it. By being the cornball jester that I am, we now have a plethora of wedding photos where I’m rolling my eyes or squishing my face. I was trying so hard to take the attention off myself with my witty banter and self-loathing that my sweet bride side didn’t really come through as much as it probably should have for it being my wedding and all.
Our wedding day was definitely surreal and I can’t describe how I was feeling in any other way than that I was vibrating. I felt jittery, excited, anxious, calm, bursting – vibrating. It’s not natural for me to have so much attention and it felt weird. I’m an introvert to agonizing proportions at times, so it was a lot to take in. Also why I spent most of the night on the dance-floor with a bottle of wine. I was in awe that the day was in full swing, excited to be around my favourite people and married to my number one for life, but I was also glad it was over. Bittersweet, really. I loved our day, but I also love my normal, no-fuss life with my partner in our little corner of the world.
I loved our wedding day even though it was perfectly imperfect. We forgot a few things, we broke a few things, we lost a few things, but it was still the best day ever. Even when the barn door drapes came crashing down on our head table, people thought I’d go bridezilla, but I smiled and moved on. My mother had taken my sister and I to a psychic reading about a week before the wedding (I know, VERY odd thing to do before you commit yourself to someone for life) and she had told me that my nanny would let her presence on that day be known (she’s a pushy broad, that’s one of the things I loved about her). Those poles and drapes came down hard and thankfully, but not coincidentally, we were not seated at the time or else we would have been pretty injured. To me, it was nanny letting me know she was with us, so I wasn’t angry but it definitely made my smile. Needless to say, nothing is perfect, no matter how hard you try to make it so. Things will come up, plans will change, you don’t always get what you want, so when that happens, you grab another bottle and dance the night away.
I will be forever grateful for the things I learned about myself and my husband during this experience. I’m happy about how we got through it and how it was a true testament of the kind of partnership we have and want to have for the rest of our lives. I love the fact that now I get to attend weddings as a guest. I love love and love witnessing it but now I can do so with a bit more compassion and understanding.
People will surprise you – even those you think you know like the back of your hand – will surprise you. Some will surprise you in the worst of ways; some in the best of ways. People will give you their opinions and judge your choices. It’s them, not you. Those are the kinds of people who are judgmental through and through – your special day didn’t spark a new revelation in which they are suddenly forced into a judgemental lifestyle – they’ve already got one.
You must always know that you are not alone in your wedding day struggles and I’m sure every single one of you previous brides (and grooms) have horror stories that’ll blow others minds. I’m still learning to forgive and let go. I’m hoping this helps me get there, but at least I can laugh about it – my bachelorette has given me enough stored laughs to last me a lifetime. I am truly blessed.
Thanks to everyone who had my back, showed up, enriched our day and gave us something to cherish forever. I’m going to end off with this lovely quote from good old mama T.