Thought processes

I have never been that girl.

The one who designs her wedding dress in high school, who has the picture of the perfect husband in her head, who just wants to be Mrs. Something. I am the awkward girl with the awkward ginger hair. The girl who got more excited about a new school year than about boys.

But there is a Boy now. One who is decidedly less horrible than most others. One who can fairly be described as pretty damn wonderful.

So this is the start of a dream. No, a dream sounds too wishy-washy. More... a promise. A promise to an imperfect person from an imperfect person to love. Unconditionally, passionately, unendingly.

Scary stuff.

But more importantly, exciting stuff. I have seen this type of excitement get pretty obsessive. And in the face of hours on Pinterest, I have succumbed to the excitement.

This is one woman's quest to overcome all of the unfeminist, corny, cheese-ridden, overpriced, cliche, narcissistic stuff that goes along with weddings, in order to plan a day that is true to herself. I do realise that starting a blog may be in itself pure narcissism, but I am overlooking that fact and focusing on what is supposed to be a day of celebration of sincere love.

I want to show my ideas and thoughts and plan so that it's... out there. Not just jumbled up inside my head anymore. This is a blog for all the to-be and would-be brides who are looking for something original, something different, something sincere.