You guys send me the best thank you notes, which sometimes I’m too overwhelmed to even respond to ugh! But sometimes I have to pass them on, because they are really EVERYONE’s thank you notes. Sadly, I had to edit this one a tiny bit to make it, achem, less sassy. Enjoy, big sisters (and ickle ones):
Since we decided to get married I have read all of A Practical Wedding’s archives and I just wanted to email you and tell you how insanely grateful I am that it exists. Although we haven’t told anyone other than our parents and some very close friends, I am already feeling the oppressed*. After an intense obsession with weddings dating back to pre-school when I wore my luminous bride Halloween costume for weeks (prompting all kinds of Miss Havisham comments from my parents) I am suddenly terrified of weddings. I may have cried that I don’t want a wedding, I just want to get married. I may have yelled at my friend who told me J Crew dress’ were cheap** that I don’t want to spend twenty thousand dollars!! I don’t want favours!! I don’t want tulle!! or stupid matchy dresses!! or a super mellow picnic!! Or to incorporate awesome ’70s wallpaper. Whenever I feel oppressed I go to APW and breath a massive sigh of relief. Thank you for not being a mega-out-there-hipster. It’s not quite as scary as the WIC but it’s still scary.
Being able to read your blog and see all those lovely, cool, chic brides is kind of like having a cool big sister who’s done it before say ‘chill the hell out homie’ and also ‘it’s going to be okay’. Or a couple big sisters. Which is nice.
So thanks, dude. Enjoy being married. Which is the whole f*cking point really, isn’t it?
*When I think back to this horrible I’m-community-property feeling in wedding planning, sometimes it makes me want to just not tell anyone when I’m having a baby. Ever. I mean, even after I have one. Then we can not talk about ‘proper mothering,’ and how my kid needs a million toys, and shouldn’t live in a large walk-in closet, and the like. (This is NOT an announcement that I’m pregnant by the way. AT ALL.)
**In fact, way over-priced, says the girl with the $250 hot-as-hell wedding dress. Check this out please (not just recommended because we share a name, or because I passed her shop every day in the East Village for years).
