why I have become “a bride”

Cdawg said the other day “You’ve officially become a bride.” I barfed in my mouth then thought to myself…”what did I do?!?!” Well, let me tell ya (this is a bit of a confessional).

1.) We are planning a super super uneventful event. Not inviting more than 40 people…and keeping it to immediate family and close close friends. Even with a super uneventful event we need to make it semi worth it for those who do come which means a teeny tiny bit of planning. So, for the teeny tiny bit of planning I guess I get a little caught up and the man has to reign me in…a lot.

2.) I bought this:

and this

(For those who don’t know, these are paper doll cut outs with lots of different outfits to dress the characters in). I purchased these primarily for the kids to play with during the luncheon portion of our uneventful event but they are also my one SUUUPER girlie attempt at this whole wedding thing. But really, don’t you just want to dress something in this?

3.) I’ve asked two 5 year olds, a 2.5 year old and 3 month old to be my “bridesmaids.” They won’t actually have to do anything but I thought it would fun for these girls to say they’ve been bridesmaids before…when they were as tall as an adult’s kneecap. One note: my 5 year old niece said she didn’t want to be a bridesmaid but preferred the role of flower girl. So she is officially a flower girl who won’t be holding any flowers (I don’t think). I asked her what she is going to wear and she said “My most flower-y dress and maybe I’ll put a butterfly in my hair like the butterfly has landed on a flower.” I love her.

4.) The UPS man comes just about every day. Translation: Finding something to clothe myself in has been PAINFUL. I’ve made appointments at 5 different bridal stores but canceled each one. I won’t go in. Makes me sweat and feel all itchy just thinking about going into a bridal store. (side note: I’ve had this same reaction at ring shops too. Man alive). So, I’ve had the “bridal store” come to me. But, this has not been a fun process for those who are trying to help me because just about every day I send a new photo of a different dress.  And this is driving people crazy. I even got Cooper involved. I feel bad about that. The issue is I don’t really care but at the same time I guess I also put too much pressure on myself. Plus I don’t want to feel like “a bride” or look super bridal. I bought this dress and thought “this could do” now I think it is too bridal-y. (obviously, I won’t be wearing this so if anyone wants to buy it from me I’ll sell it to you for cheap!).

I still don’t know what I’m going to wear. Expect a burlap sack creation with “I’m a Bride” written on it. Ha!

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com!

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