by Ryan Conner
Karley Osborn is a bride-to-be living in Plano. Her fiancé proposed in March. They’re getting married in July. No, she’s not crazy, and yes, she’s confident she will be able to order a dress and have it triple-fitted in plenty of time — no matter what the experts have to say about it. Karley also happened to intern for D Magazine and work as a social reporter with People Newspapers. Every Wednesday, she’ll be documenting her planning process. From flowers to fittings, she will use her first-hand experience to help other brides in the event of a last-minute love affair.
For, like, five minutes this weekend, I imagined I had switched gears from last week’s “this is really hard” mentality to one that said, “planning a wedding in four-ish months is not only completely do-able, but actually kind of…easy.”
I was calm. I was cool. I was fully enjoying our weekend road trip to South Carolina’s Hilton Head Island, where Fiancé and I navigated venue tours, menu samplings, cake tastings, and wedding observations like champs. But then came our florist appointment, where—mid “Corsages, single stems, or lapel pins for the grandparents?”-type questions—I suddenly found myself so swamped by minor details that my brain had a major shut down. The result? Incoherent mumblings along the lines of “I don’t know what I want, I don’t know what I want” on my part.
More on that later. Let’s take this tour-de-force from the top. Follow me after the jump.
Thursday: Still in North Carolina, Fiancé and I hit the mall in search of the perfect groom’s attire. I flash a Pinterest-pulled inspiration picture to a helpful department store salesman, and we land a killer deal on tan Michael Kors suits for Fiancé + his groomsmen. We also stop by a jeweler to get Fiancé’s ring finger sized, and I swoon at the thought of slipping a band onto his hand. I become lost in a dream-like land of butterflies and goose bumps for the remainder of the afternoon.
Friday: Road trip time! Fiancé and I load up in the car with his family and head for the South Carolina coast. This is going to be fun!
Saturday: Since our anticipated five-hour road trip the day before morphed into eight thanks to spring break traffic, Fiancé and I try to avoid yawns during our 9 a.m. cake tasting appointment (the only one available during Easter weekend—who doesn’t like cake for breakfast?). By 11 a.m., we’re back at the hotel alongside both sets of parents touring venues, tasting menu offerings, observing another wedding and set-up, and learning that island-based photographers are super, super expensive. Yes, this is fun. But it’s also a bit exhausting.
Sunday: It’s Easter. We attend a sunrise service on the same beach deck where, in just a few short weeks (okay, months), this whirlwind will be a distant memory and Fiancé and I will finally say “I do.” A much-needed reminder. We can do this!
Monday: Ahh, the final floral appointment—AKA, the location of my almost-break with reality. I just barely make it through bouquet selections before my mind goes fuzzy and my eyes glaze over like donuts. Through the haze, I sense it’s time for a caveat. “Just so you know,” I tell the florist, “I may completely change my mind on everything we’ve just discussed.” She assures me this is fine. Fiancé does things like squeeze my hand and kiss my forehead through the appointment, then says “You did so good” as we walk back to our car. All of the sudden, I’m re-centered. This was fun, after all.
Now that I’m home in Texas, I’m focusing on taking deep breaths and enjoying putting lots of checkmarks on my to-do list. But more than anything, I’m smiling as I recall flower-shop moments with Fiancé—the heart of all this hurry. He anchors me. He loves me. And I am so proud to marry him in just a few short months.
So, here’s the current state of our premarital union:
Days into engagement: 31
Days until wedding: 115
Things accomplished: Gown ordered; Wedding party assembled; Registries completed; Guest lists compiled; Suit(s) purchased; Vibe determined; Florist and baker interviewed; Ceremony and reception venues booked.
Up next: Mail save the date cards; Order invitations; Book photographer; Confirm cake; Think coherently about flowers; Design ceremony; Create programs and itineraries; Order wedding bands; Select menus; Determine décor; Secure travel arrangements; Purchase gifts and favors…
And about a million other things that I just blanked out on due to Battle of the Brain, The Sequel. Seriously…are we there yet?