The Wedding Planner

I've given myself some time off from the wedding planning. I had to take a high dosage Chill Pill and learn to just say, "I have no idea" when bombarded with questions from well-meaning well-wishers.

What kind of flowers am I going to have?
No idea.

What's my mom going to wear?
You'd have to ask her.

What song are we dancing to?
Not entirely sure.

What shoes am I wearing? High heels? Flats?
Wish I knew.

How am I wearing my hair?
Up-- that's as far as I've gotten.

But tomorrow, I'm officially getting the ball rolling again. My full-time internship + Tuscaloosa commute starts back January 4, so I'm going to get as much done in the next week as possible. For instance, tomorrow I'm having lunch with a very dear friend where I will pop the question: will you be my bridesmaid?

I'm meeting with caterers on Thursday, and I've officially started harassing a local wedding planner. I'm starting to research for our registry (who knew picking out my own gifts would be so overwhelming? it's not just a cute plate-- it's a cute plate FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE), and hopefully we'll even pull the trigger-- literally-- on registering soon (Alex is in it only to hold the little scan gun). I've just sent out a mass email to the secured bridesmaids regarding ordering their dresses, and we'll be putting in that order in the next two weeks. Our engagement pictures are next weekend, and we're up to our ears in potential invitations and save-the-date cards. Every time I try to whittle down my guest list it magically gets bigger than when I started, so that's on the to-do list as well.

So, ready or not, here we go...