“The marriage of a daughter, which had been the first object of her wishes since Jane was sixteen, was now on the point of accomplishment, and her thoughts and her words ran wholly on those attendants of elegant nuptials, fine muslins, new carriages, and servants.” –Chapter 50, Pride and Prejudice
I’ve been thinking about Mrs. Bennet lately.
This past August, I got engaged. I am all of the things brides should be: happy, excited, and also stressed. Not stressed about my upcoming marriage, but rather stressed by my upcoming wedding. You see, I hate making decisions and that’s all that wedding planning is: one decision after another: What time of year to get married? And then, where? Which photographer should we book, and which package should we choose? What style of wedding dress do I want? What flavor cake? Icing? What will our wedding colors be? And why, exactly, do we have to have wedding colors?
A few weeks ago, I was naked in a dressing room with a total stranger who was helping me wiggle into the umpteenth dress I was trying on. I liked every dress I tried, from simple boho sheaths to dramatic structured mermaid dresses. Whilst in my state of undress, I thought, “I wish I had a Mrs. Bennet. I wish I had someone to orchestrate an elegant nuptials for me, order me fine muslins, worry about a wedding breakfast menu, invite all of the guests, etcetera.” Weddings seemed easier back then. Sometimes, I wish I lived in a time and place where the flowers you carried in your bridal bouquet were the ones blooming in your garden that day, you got married by the minister of your local parish, and your wedding dress was the nicest thing in your closet. Sometimes, having choices stinks.
So if I’ve been a little MIA, it’s because I’ve been hanging out on Pinterest, trying to figure out exactly which shade of green I’d like for my wedding colors.