- 6 years ago
- Wedding: July 2014
So, as the title suggests, I had my first bridezilla moment today… 20 months before our wedding. If it starts this early, what am I going to be like during the week before the wedding?!
So, a bit of background info on my moment.. We decided on our wedding in May & put the deposit down in June. Basically, it’s this small country hotel right next to the river, a gorgeous little place with stunning views. Sold, sold, sold! At the time of booking, we knew there was going to be a refurbishment, and we got shown these ‘moodboards’ of this cream-coloured theme the room was going to have. It was going to be very neutral which was GREAT as we had (read: I had) decided on quite a strong colour scheme; hot pink and black. Not too in-your-face colours, but flashes of hot pink & black everywhere.
So, today we went to view the refurbished function suite, and shock shock horror horror, it’s bleeping BROWN! It’s not neutral in the slightest, it’s nothing but brown! 🙁 The heavy curtains are brown, the wallpaper is cream with brown, the carpet is brown, the bar is brown (which I’m okay with; we’re not going to decorate the bar/mingly bit).
So there I am, standing in the middle of this absolutely STUNNING room (don’t get me wrong, the refurb was fantastic and the room looks amazing! But it’s brown.), on the outside nodding and smiling and saying all the right things, all the whilst ugly-crying on the inside.
Our whole wedding is already revolving around hot pink & black. Our Save-The-Dates, invites, centrepieces, my bouquet, the chair covers & sashes, every.bleeding.thing! And because we’re on a budget & DIY’ing everything, we can’t re-buy everything, and in all honesty, I don’t really want to either; all the hot pink & black weddings I’ve seen are gorgeous! (did you see Christi‘s wedding?! Stunning!)
The rational side of me agrees with the FI; at the end of the day, nobody’s going to be walking around the room, looking at the floor and berating how it doesn’t go with the sashes on my chairs. But the bride in me is stamping her foot in anger, huffing and puffing how it’s not going to be PERFECT!
Bees, please tell me it’s going to be okay? And give me a slap around the face and tell me to get a grip?