Generally speaking, I love weddings--all the weird antiquated traditions and problematic gender roles aside, it's just such an awesome, brave, optimistic thing to celebrate. And, honestly, I kind of like the weird, antiquated traditions. But I also love when people put their own spin on things.
I got married before Pinterest (Gasp! Can you even believe that a wedding could be done without Pinterest? I mean seriously.) and I was two weeks shy of turning 24 years old (which is ridiculously young) but I loved everything about my wedding at the time. As I look back now, though, with the benefit of hindsight, maturity, and Pinterest, I can think of a few things I'd change. (For starters, the groom! Haha, kidding, obvs.)
What I would do differently...
I'd have both my parents walk me down the aisle.
I'd let my bridesmaids choose their own dresses (with my consultation because that's the fun part!) and be way more chill about the "colors" -- my favorite color is blue, so I'd go with various shades of blue and keep them short.
I'd use less traditional songs.
I'd have us write our own vows.
I'd bring a change of clothes for leaving the reception (my poufy dress barely fit in David's little sports car and it knocked things off the wall at our B&B as we climbed the narrow stairs to our suite).
I'd get someone on Etsy to make my invitations so I didn't end up crying at Kinko's when they messed up my beautiful paper.
Of course, I got married eleven years ago (before Etsy!). My tastes have changed since then (in some things, not in husbands, fortunately)! The things I'd want now were things I really thought I didn't want then, and vice versa.
Like, I loved my tiara that I wore (borrowed it from Crafty Cousin Amanda--and when else do you get to wear a tiara as an adult?) but I'm not sure I'd wear one if I were getting married now. (Maybe that's the difference between getting married in your twenties and your thirties--whether you feel comfortable in a tiara?).
|feeling very comfortable in a tiara|
Things I loved about my wedding...
It was in my hometown, in the church I grew up in.
I love that our reception was a huge ridiculous party. It only happened that way because we were in our mid-twenties and between David's friend and my friends we had the perfect storm of party-people, to the extent that most of them were painfully hung over the next day (we just don't drink like that anymore). The reception hall was not especially nice (very bare bones), but we dimmed the lights, drank the booze, and had a great time.
I love that our DJ (a friend of my parents) was so into the party he kept playing way past the time-frame we'd arranged, and brought out a box of costume props and a microphone for an impromptu karaoke singalong.
I love that we had heavy appetizers on various tables around the reception hall, instead of a formal dinner so there wasn't the wait of a buffet line or sitting to be served and lots more moving around.
I love that I had an all-white bouquet so it was gorgeous but it didn't take the focus off my dress.
I love that I wore a pearl necklace that had been my Grandma Vance's. She passed away when I was in college, and I wish she could have been at my wedding. It was a sweet way to feel like she was there with me.
I love that we left the church in one of David's grandpa's vintage Mustangs and cruised through town like we were in a parade, waving while people honked and cheered (small towns are the best!)
I love that our first dance was Ann Murray's "Can I Have This Dance?" It's so incredibly cheesy, but also the sweetest and the best.
I love how much I loved my dress. Again, I don't know that I'd pick the exact same dress now (I probably wouldn't... I'd go with something that had more lace and less bling, I think) but I adored that dress at the time, and it still makes me very happy. I'm glad it wasn't strapless (because it seemed like every wedding dress was strapless that decade) and I felt beautiful in it.
Oh--I would definitely change my shoes. I didn't really even like them, but they were white and inexpensive and the heels weren't too high or wobbly, and I figured nobody would see them anyway. But I knew they were there. And I didn't love them. I think now it would have been worth it to me to have shoes I loved underneath that dress.
How about you? What did you love about your wedding? What would you go back and do differently? I would love to know.