I have reached a weird point in my wedding planning. It’s March, and all of the boxes are basically checked. Venue, check. Dress, yep. Hair trial, been there. Vendors, nailed it. It’s basically empty nest syndrome for wedding planning.
I keep glancing over my shoulder and looking around expecting some giant forgotten thing to come knock me on my ass. All you ever hear are horror stories about planning a wedding — how super stressful and nerve wracking it is. Don’t get me wrong, I have had some stressful, hair-pulling, tantrum-throwing moments in this whole planning business that have kicked my butt. But, my wedding is not until September and I’m pretty much done. All the things that are left to do are smaller decoration type things.
So … now what?
Yeah sure, I still have to make all of the wedding paper things like the program, escort cards, and possibly menus. The centerpieces still need to be finished, and some of the bases need another coat of paint. That will have to wait for warmer weather. The bridesmaids have to pick and order their dresses at the end of this month. I have my wedding dress alteration appointment at the end of March also. I have finally nailed down a officiant, the last giant outstanding item that I was stressing over.
Wooden Roundabout Centerpiece
I’m still working on the problem of Michael and I living in completely different states. Short of standing on a rooftop with a stack of resumes and a giant fan, I’m doing all I can to hunt down a job. I don’t want to start a large-scale project like making the programs, cards or the rest of the centerpieces and then suddenly get uprooted. I keep reminding myself that they are one more thing to pack. Any new projects I start, I make sure that they are easily stored flat or that they rate a place to live at my mom’s house until the wedding. A few days ago I casually assembled a roundabout and a ferris wheel while I was home sick with a fever. They both fit happily in a shoebox so they can go live with mom.
Wooden Ferris Wheel Centerpiece
I keep getting filled with the desire to tackle some large item only to realize there isn’t anything large left. I wonder if this is normal.