So all of a sudden it's March and I'm freaking out. I do this every March, actually---find myself at a point where I can't possibly believe two months of the new year are gone already and I've done NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING with them---but this year the inherent panic of It Being March Oh My God is heightened by the fact that March is one month closer to September than February was, and September is when I'm getting married.
I should probably say that again, so that you really get the effect. I AM GETTING MARRIED IN SEPTEMBER. And September is now six months away. And it's not even like I'm getting married at the end of September, oh no no no, I had to be all crazy and pick Labor Day weekend---"Our anniversary will often fall on a three-day weekend!" Sean convinced me sweetly, "just think of all the getaways we could take to celebrate!"---and, as we all know, Labor Day weekend is at the beginning of September. And the beginning of September is soon.
Speaking of our wedding date, I think I mentioned that we ended up choosing Saturday September 5th. We did it for a variety of reasons, most of them based on the likelihood of several important family members being able to make it over to this side of the pond, but what do you know, not only do we end up with the pleasant side effect of having 09.05.09 as our anniversary---or the equally satisfying 05.09.09 for when I'm feeling particularly British---but September 5th, I kid you not, turns out to be my paternal grandfather's birthday. I had no idea, you see---he died a few year years before I was born; all I know of him is a black and white portrait in which he looks like Ezra Pound---but a couple of days after we'd set the date, my dad sent me an email. Not that it's a big deal, he wrote, but September 5th was Opi's birthday. He would have been 94. I like that.
I like it too. I like it very much. It's like when I bought that vintage cake topper on eBay from 1947, and then my mother saw it and said "oh, 1947 was the year Grandma got married!" These are just small things, I know, and---let's be honest---nothing more than happy coincidences. But still, but still.
I feel I would be remiss in my Wedding Planning Update duties if I didn't tell you about our STDs. Wait, would you like to see our STDs? We got our STDs from the Internet! We love our STDs!
(I'm talking about our Save the Dates, of course. Though don't tell me you don't appreciate a good STD joke as much as the next person. Go on, make one, it's hilarious. "Our STDs are turquoise!" "We're going to give all our friends our STDs!" See? The laughter never ends.)
(Uh, unless you actually have an STD, I guess, you know, the proper kind. Probably not so funny then.)
Our STDs were something that I was very invested in---see, even that's funny! I'm like a 12-year-old boy!---and I can't quite explain why, except to say that they were the first real project we'd done for our wedding, and I've always wanted a wedding that would allow me to do projects. I like making things, you see, and even though the only thing I really made for these Save the Dates was a massive mess of the envelopes (ba-dum-dum), I think they turned out pretty well in the end. Sean designed them from start to finish using a 1950s map of San Diego as a starting point, and we had them printed on linen cardstock for a ridiculously low price.
The unofficial "theme" of our wedding---and really, it's not a theme at all, because, come on, barf---is travel and maps and places that are far from each other, and I really don't think I have to explain that one at all. I love old globes---I am planning on finding a few more vintage ones at the flea market in coming months and using them as centerpieces on the tables---and it's really just a happy coincidence that most globes are that pretty turquoise-meets-sea-green color that's my favorite hue in the world, so I guess that'll be a sort of theme too.
Wow, would you look at that, it's almost like I've been reading wedding blogs and paying attention or something! Now all I need to do is find some use for that doily edger I bought. Uh, a wedding-related use, I mean. Doily-edging my cats' tails doesn't count.