(Illustration via Zazzle where you can order this cool shirt, if you like… or not)
When you’re planning a wedding, it’s easy to get caught up in the superimportance of… just everything. But you know what? Not every single possible item is important to every single couple, and that’s okay.
Between chairs and cakes and flowers and dresses and music and lighting and maps and tablecloths… yeah, there are going to be at least a couple that just plain don’t matter all that much to you.
I frankly didn’t care that much about the invitations and maps. If they were reasonably attractive and got the information across, I really wasn’t that concerned about the details of what they looked like. When I found an invitation at my local stationary store that I thought was pretty and it turned out to be discounted, I went ahead and ordered it. I left the maps in the capable hands of Mr. Twistie whose sense of direction and ability to convey messages about distance and where to turn is far, far greater than mine.
I didn’t really care what the men wore. I mean, as long as they didn’t show up in gym shorts sans undergarments and tee shirts with obscene slogans, it didn’t matter much to me whether or not they matched or what it was they did wear. When one of my brothers called and announced if Mr. Twistie didn’t tell him what to wear soon he was going to show up in a kimono and a top hat, I told him that was fine with me, but I would tell Mr. Twistie to get in touch with his guys and tell them what he wanted. A small part of me has always been disappointed that Mr. Twistie actually made the call. I thought the kimono and top hat sounded kind of spiffy.
Flowers and other decorations were a low priority to me. We were getting married in the woods, so I figured I’d go with the decor Mother Nature provided for free, and just add a few bouquets and such. Thirty five bucks at the open-to-the-public florist’s supply and a couple goodies that friends donated from their gardens without any prompting from me took care of everything I needed or wanted.
I didn’t care that Mr. Twistie didn’t want a wedding ring. He doesn’t wear jewelry, so his decision didn’t either surprise or upset me. I asked him if he wanted one, he said no, that was the end of that for me. Funnily enough, a lot of people seemed to have more trouble with that one than I did. I figure that owning a ring wasn’t going to change his attitude about fidelity, so why freak? If I can’t trust him without a ring, I can’t trust him. I do trust him. It’s his hand. He doesn’t want a ring on it. Me? I’m all for any excuse for another ring. But that’s me.
What’s low priority for you? What aspect of wedding planning can you not imagine giving a gnat’s eyelash about?