Wednesday, June 18, 2014

If I can't make it as a writer, I can always fall back on fluffing.

I'm the "Party Macgyver," the chick you want on hand when you discover that the top layer of your wedding cake has slid off, that the Mother of the bride is MIA at the rehearsal, or that the drunk best man is peeing in the kitchen sink next to the steam tray of lasagna. I've turned hotel rooms into makeshift floral shops. I've fluffed more balls than a porn star. Sure, they were tissue balls, but it still takes skill.  Finesse. Oh! And nothing thrills me like a shoestring budget. I've been addicted to Pinterest since its start. But I'm accustomed to being the wizard behind the curtain, not the hostess, smiling and being friendly. With just two days until my anniversary party, the beads of sweat are building. 

I eloped at eighteen. My soon to be husband had to ask our taxi driver to be a witness.  No wedding dress. No wedding flowers.  No gifts or cake. Don't get me wrong.  I wouldn't change a thing.  But now I can afford a pretty dress, flowers, a cake.  Part of me itches to "go all out," then there is the part yelling to just be me. The wrestling match was short and sweet. Can you guess who won?

I pulled a Pretty in Pink number for the dress. I ordered a blank cake from Costco, which will make the perfect canvas. And as for the flowers...this was hard.  I love fresh flowers.  But I went with coffee filters instead. Huh?  Yeah.  I know.  A little weird. Keep in mind I grew up in Santa Ana, CA, where making tissue flowers for Cinco de Mayo was part of the curriculum. 

My advice to brides---or anyone throwing a special party---do what makes your heart sing. BTW check back for pictures of the dress and cake. I was channeling Frida Kahlo while planning. 


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