Wedding Season Open

As I'm sitting here with half a cheesecake delightfully disappearing one bite at a time, it occurs to me how glad I am I'm not getting married...again, anyway. I have been working with brides who are hell-bent on fitting into that 3-sizes-too-small, far-more-expensive-than-budgeted, wear-it-all-year-if-I-have-to gown. The ones that actually fit are never acceptable. That would be too easy, and heaven forbid any part of the wedding-planning process be less than matrimonial calculus (which, by the way, has been the only time EVER that I have ever found math that excessive to be necessary).

I've been doing a lot of wedding invitation designing these days and love it. It just boggles my mind how a few pieces of paper can create such anxiety and trepidation in one woman, i.e. "how should we address them?" "should we offer hotel information?" "do you think they need directions?" "what if they don't like my colors?" "we don't really like them, but if we don't invite them then they'll know we don't like them"...etc. It becomes comical after a period of time, to me. With every new bride comes the same look of horror, earnestly searching for the Dahli Lama of Wedding Etiquette and Appropriateness, when they realize all she has to fall back on is the latest wedding trends Hollywood is pumping out and her opinionated, over-medicated Aunt Pearl who can't seem to avoid "passively" mentioning how nice it would have been to see her marry her pastor's son.

*Sigh!* On a day that is supposed to be about one man and one woman, why is it that anyone capable of speaking feels the need to do so?

I'll just do everyone a favor and design in silence...assisted by a mouthful of cheesecake.