Last week, Emily at Pantalones Del Feugo left me a comment on my 'dahlias are better than mums BECAUSE I SAID SO' rant:
"From having been a bride so recently, I can guarantee you that on the day of the wedding you will be having so much fun and be so overwhelmed by love and joy that the flower arrangements will be the furthest thing from your mind."
Emily = smart.
Before we started planning the wedding, if you asked me if I preferred dahlias or mums, I would have looked at you like you were a crazy person. Now I can't stop extolling the virtues of dahlias (they're so pretty and colourful and I LOVE THEM) when really, everything I say about them pertains to mums as well (pretty, colourful, ok maybe not the love part.) Who cares what kind of flowers I have? Do I actually care? Is this what's important? I'm driving myself crazy, stressing myself out, losing sleep over FLOWERS. I hate myself a little right now.
So I went to Emily's site and stalked her wedding posts. She looks so happy and so peaceful. Hers is the type of wedding I want. I want it to be relaxed and beautiful and I want everyone to have a good time. So I have 3 weeks to stop freaking out over the little stuff. If I want the wedding to be relaxed, I need to be relaxed.