Wedding season is upon us, friends, and that means quirky cuteness aplenty: letterpress place cards, cake pop stations, brass birdcages galore. Now’s a great time to start growing that mustache.
We’ve been invited to 12 weddings this year — “we” as in my new husband and I. It was only last autumn that I was freaking out over which shade of turquoise tablecloths would look best with which cherry-red lantern centerpieces. It’s astounding how easy it is to get sucked into trite minutiae like that.
“Oh God, ice!” I found myself screaming one morning about a week before our DIY wedding, at breakfast with my poor mother. “Where are we going to get ice? And how? And where the hell are we going to keep it? OH GOD, EVERYTHING IS
Not my finest moment.
However, having come out on the other side of a wedding with my relationships — and my sanity — intact, I’m able to see this mania for what it really was: a coping mechanism.
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