Mark it down in the daybook. February 11, 2014: The day I realized that you could literally devote unlimited time and bottomless resources to the plotting of your nuptials.
Deepak and I have now been engaged nearly two whole months. And what do we have to show for it?
I mean, besides our ever-strengthening ardor (“My vegetable love should grow / Vaster than empires, and more slow”!), my impractical bauble and the semi-legitimacy of our sinful living arrangement?
OK, I admit it. I’ve been failing my inner Charlotte York Goldenblatt.
It’s extremely daunting to winnow down your and your fiancé’s every acquaintance and relation into 3 columns (cherished readers, you are all in the “A” column of my life!). I beat myself up all the time over not posting more blog entries or for not thinking of the most creative way to graphically illustrate an idea. (Please, for my sanity, keep your quibbles with my GIFs and crude manips to yourself!) Little wonder, then, that it feels extremely indulgent and/or frivolous to spend the requisite hours calling vendors, researching ideas and hashing out budgets. Trawling Pinterest, The Knot and their ilk does NOT feel like the most productive use of my time; yet, 2 months into our engagement, when Deepak asks me what I’ve done and what I know, my nuptial nescience is glaring.
The movies never warned me about all the game theory of wedding planning! All I saw was peonies, génoise and organza. Not spreadsheets, “must invite” columns and using aliases to call prospective vendors.
I’ll now attempt to find the belated high gear on the locomotive of our wedding planning. (To be clear: The love was always in high gear; the plotting of a lavish fête conceived to highlight the dizzying highs and humanizing yet still inspiring lows of our union, less so.) In the meantime, let me make it up to you with this jarringly unrelated pastiche of photos of what I’ve been up to while not wedding-stressing.