The blogs filled with inspiration boards seem almost pretentious at times, maybe because most of them are inspired by Martha Stewart who epitomizes pretention (and admittedly, perfection). All of these lovely images – purposeful wild flowers, feathery dresses, brightly colored shoes, elaborate table scapes with a down-home swagger, wire lanterns and rattan fans, freshly squeezed lemonade – they all present this image of how a wedding could/should be. Gingham, stripes, damask, or butterflies (everywhere!), it’s all to set the stage. What’s trendy? Candy and cookie bars, photo booths and cupcakes with delicate frosting and glittering flecks dusted all over them. I swear these cupcakes are taking over the pastry industry.
I’m noticing some weddings are over-the-top stylized. Maybe it’s just the ones that are blog-worthy, but it seems as if every inch of wedding space must have flair that reflects the couple's “personality”. I can appreciate detail but I’m just not sure I want kitschy to be the adjective du jour when guests describe our wedding day. It’s like the ‘theme’ owns the wedding, not the couple. It’s all so contrived at times. And it never looks effortless despite what the bloggers say. There is this level of attention and intention that astounds me.
When was it decided that oversized flowers or extreme netting was a good choice as a hair piece? I’m still debating whether the subtly of a veil might be too much.
And then there is the DIY of weddingness (when ‘kitschy’ is the backdrop to the wedding-speak, you’re allowed to make up words). I’ve always considered myself artsy, not just crafty, and creative. But what I’m apparently lacking in dedication and motivation, some of these DIYers have it ten fold, to the extreme that it begs the question, do you have a job? And if so, do you ever go to it since you clearly have copious amounts of time to jar your own homemade jam for the guests and make flowers out of tissue paper and buttons for you and your bridesmaids to wear in your hair.
I know I’m sounding a little snarky about these never-ending ‘ideas’ but the worst part is, I’m intrigued by all of it. It’s like the people who are devout Vogue magazine readers. It’s pages upon pages of advertisements, and yet you just can’t stop perusing every new issue.
I know I’ll continue to straddle the line of sheer adoration and anti-kitsch cynicism for all that is wedding-inspired, but my hope is truly that our wedding will reflect Hal and me, whatever that shows itself as in the end.
But don’t hate me if my wedding ends up looking like a tub of butter cream icing was spread all over it with colorful sprinkles perfectly scattered on top.
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