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three weeks to go

Three weeks from right now, I will be an old married lady. Well, okay, I’ll be married.

Everything right now is a blur, a happy blur for the most part, as everything converges on the event. Because I have spent so much time exactly where I am right now – on my laptop in the living room, organizing and chugging through this mass of information – I feel like I should give a few technology shout-outs, especially since I have churned through many, many tools over the past year. Just ask FunkyPlaid: every time I sent him a to-do list update, it would be through a different service.

  • ActiveInbox has kept my Gmail account focused and action-driven.
  • Toodledo has managed the to-do lists swimmingly, via the web and via Pocket Informant on my iPhone.
  • The honeymoon plans are coming together in TripIt. I especially love the iCal integration.
  • Notes and bookmarks are tagged for easy access in Pinboard.
  • FunkyPlaid and I share wedding-related files via Dropbox.
Some of the things that are worrying me the most – the dress not being finished yet, the perfect shoes proving elusive – will be resolved soon. I have been told over and over again to enjoy these last few weeks because it will all be over before I know it. Most of the enjoyment is preempted by meta-thinking each detail, but the worry has been replaced with excitement. And Pocket Frogs.

wedding planning mode enabled


[wedding] initial palette for gown
Originally uploaded by cygnoir
When my mom arrived on Monday, she asked me all sorts of questions about the wedding. I knew that I should have answers to at least some of these questions already, but I didn’t. I left her with a lot of blanks to be filled in shortly, so that when I took the day off work on Friday we could deal with some preliminary logistics.

Bridezilla I am not. Our wedding day, though magnificent I am sure, will be a day, not the judgment on the rest of our lives together. The world will not implode when (not if) we have to compromise on some of the details. As a result of all this realism, I found myself at a planning loss. I couldn’t visualize anything specific that would help to kick my planning mode in gear.

So there we were in Britex, looking for colors for my wedding gown – “just colors,” Mom said, not pressuring me one bit – and before I knew it a salesperson had yanked out two fabrics, put one on top of another, and my eyes filled with tears.

It finally hit me, the full force of it, right there in Britex. We’re getting married! And some switch just flipped, so look out: here comes Ultra-Planning-Mode ‘Sted.

Administrative note: I have created a “wedding” category for these posts so you can safely ignore them, or ignore everything else, depending on your preference.

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