Despite our wedding being a good ONE YEAR AWAY (well, more than one year, more like a year and a little bit), I think the planner, producer, the paranoid in me has started to hyperventilate more and more.
In between my super busy moments as an entrepreneur *cough cough* and a wannabe novelist *hacks a lung out* and a full time miserable git, I have also taken on the role Bridezilla very well. Like very, very well.
It does not help that I read Snippet & Ink almost every day and Martha Stewart. And as Farah points out, I’m easily influenced. I had changed the “theme” of my wedding three times already, from maroon and white, to green and white to gee, I can’t remember. To the point that poor Eizwan rolls his eyes and lets a painful sigh out when I yank out a new Bridal magazine and tell him, “Yes, Eizwan, this is it. We are so doing Medieval Knights by the beach.”
I messaged my cousin (who is being tres, tres helpful with the wedding) to announce to her, post-India, I have decided on a Bollywood theme. To which she replied, “Sure! We’ll change everything! AFTER I KILL YOU FIRST.”
I said that it was awfully rude of her not to acknowledge the importance India has in my heart. After all, I never tire reminding everyone I meet, including complete strangers at the petrol station that I grew up there. Sort of like, “RM 50 for petrol please. And by the way, did you know I grew up in India?”
“No, NO HEART. You just came back from India. If it was Sweden, you’d be like all IKEA weddings.”
Hmm….IKEA weddings. Now there’s a thought.