Monday, June 4, 2012

Our Wedding... Inviting Fights



I'd be a total fibber if I didn't fess up to some pretty ridiculous tiffs during our wedding planning... and while we were fortunate to only have a few, they typically stemmed from me trying to force Bry to care about something he could have given two sh*ts about.

Which brings me to the story of our wedding invitations and how I tried to make a man care about paper and calligraphy as much as I do.

Bry was a champ about being really into the wedding crest that our fave artist (and all around wonderful gal!), Happy Menocal, designed. But when it came time to put the crest on paper, it was a different story and a classic case of knowing when to pick your battles.



In my Delusional Bridal Mind (D.B.M. - it really should be a labeled condition), we would sit around the stationer's table in charming Georgetown and ooo and ahhh in unison over all of the beautiful options. We would agree on everything, hold hands, and then have a wonderful dinner drinking champagne and toasting how awesomely excited we were to send out the invites that we had created... toooooogether.

Yeah, so I was an idiot. Bry is a trooper... but every man has his limits, and after a long day at his office he just wanted to get out of his suit and chill. Looking at massive binders of invitations was not something that sounded fun to him, no matter how many times I played out this perfect wedding moment in my head, and he was a grumpy ass after 45 minutes of thumbing through pretty pretty paper.

In hindsight, I should have fed him a martini or two when he arrived...



I also should have taken it to heart when he said "This is YOUR thing. Pick what you think looks best and I know I'll love it."

My quest to involve him in the process was really a test to see how many envelope liners he would look at before cracking...

The sweet woman who owned the shop could have cut the tension with a knife, but she was a pro and so well-versed in this kind of couples breakdown, that she swooped in like Dr. Drew on Celebrity Rehab to calm the crazy and quickly lock and load our invitation order before things got too uncomfortable and I tried to paper-cut my future Husby.

Of course, in the end it all worked out.

The invites turned out amazingly well, and I stopped forcing Bry to weigh-in on details that I cared about way more than he did. And it was never that he didn't care, he just knew I cared a hell of a lot more. Smart man.

Now I just have to apply this lesson to home decorating.

8 comments:

Melissa Cahoon said...

HA! I laughed out loud reading your description of the "perfect" stationery-selecting session. Mostly because that's how I imagine my whole engagement to be, but I know it certainly won't be. Ah well!

Zaira Mabel said...

I had the same case with my now husband. But in the end I never forced him too much. I gave up the first time and picked everything myself. At least your hubby is doing some things with you. All mine did was help me pick the place and his tux. So every time you get annoyed remember most man only attend the wedding and stand at the altar ;)

LindsB said...

love love love that you had a custom monogram done for your wedding, I wish I had thought of that one!

Mary Jo at TrustYourStyle said...

Haha, love your post about DBM and your blog! So happy I found you!

xo Mary Jo

Prippy Handbook said...

So happy you guys could relate to this one! I think I am my own worst enemy when it comes to being disappointed... I definitely play things out in my head to the point of crazy, sometimes. What can I say, I'm a work in progress.

Mary Jo - Welcome! What an absolute treat to discover your world through you finding my blog.

Tabitha said...

Your invites are beautiful.

I found you through Aspiring Kennedy - let me know if you come to Scotland in the autumn!

Glitterista said...

What beautiful invitations! I am so glad to have ordered our save the dates with little fuss (at least for anyone other than me who woke up pro-ing and con-ing each possibility), but am sure the invitation selection will be quite an ordeal. Great idea with the martinis! ;)

Prippy Handbook said...

Thank you so much for the invite love... I loved them too!

Martinis should definitely be consumed in many situations... this one in particular ;)