Opinions Are Like Belly Buttons. Everybody Has One.

I've heard it. I know it applies to other people's lives. I just [foolishly] believed that since my family is usually quite careful about not-pushing on these kind of things, that it wouldn't trickle down to me.

I know.

Stop laughing.

It's my fault in part. I tend to over-share (you know that, you're reading my blog). I also have a thick skull. So if something bears concern or question, I seek input. If people ask a question I answer.

Stupid.

I'm thinking of planting false ideas from now on. I mean, of course there's going to be an eight-piece band and formal dance floor. In fact, go ahead. Sign up for dance lessons. Not only did I heed your advice and go for a full-on princess dress, but I added a cathedral-length tiara.
What-the-what??

It's still my our wedding. It will still be done our way. If it truly matters that much to you that we think tulle and giant floral arrangements are not worth the time, effort, decision making, cost, and waste, you don't have to come. I don't think either of us will be very comfortable if you're upset with all of our decisions.

As far as I'm concerned there are very few opinions that matter.
1. Me and Windtalker. It matters to me that we are both comfortable with the whole thing and all the details.
2. Our families/close friends (aka extended family). It matters to me that we don't hurt their feelings. It doesn't matter to me if they think we're being weird to dress in [sort of] non-traditional garb.
3. The truly offensive. I don't care if it offends someone that we have suggested some non-traditional gift ideas. (okay, it does a little. I wish they could see it from our perspective). I do care if some decision we make implies that we aren't equals, or that we aren't equal to other people.

All that being said, there are 86 days of pre-opinions left. That's 86 days of raised eyebrows, pinched lips, flinches, and outright, "oh, don't do that!" I appreciate that my family, Windtalker, and the general public is supportive.

I'm gonna wear what I decide to wear, and it won't be ridiculous. It just may not be what you'd wear. Go design your own flimmin-flammin' wedding.
(p.s. the above photo is not what I'm wearing to mine. But I think I'll start telling people that it is)