Women are supposed to have been dreaming about their weddings since they were little girls. Not me. I mean, I was going to marry Sean Cassidy, but I never gave a moment’s thought to the big day. In fact, when my neighbor wanted to play “bride,” arranging a pillow case over her hair as a veil, I pretended to be a cat. Is it any wonder we’ve arrived at carriage before marriage?
Now that Dave and I are actually planning our wedding, it’s time to play catch-up. I feel like before I can really figure out my vision, I need to access the hopes and dreams of the girl I used to be. What kind of wedding would she want?
For starters, I’m sure my bridesmaids would wear something like this:
And let’s face it, I would look amazing in this dress:
But that length might be hard to dance in, so I’d change into one like this for the reception:
And we’d rock out to the best wedding band ever:
Of course if they weren’t available, and certainly John Taylor might be miffed at me for marrying someone else, I’m sure we could get these guys:
And then we’d eat our cake:
And we’d drive away in this, only with a big “Just Married” banner and cans attached:
(Magnum not included.)
This is easier than I thought. I totally need a Pinterest account.