Monday, March 9, 2009

My 2 cents as a Wedding Planner

I just created a blog for our wedding planner site. I figured it could be fun, and I hope I am not wrong. I even have a list of different topics, so I'm half way there. Today I decided that blogging could be my only productive action of the day (besides taking Pumpkin to get her shots). The question was, which topic do I start with? Flowers? Colors? Invitations? Dress? And it came to me, it should be much simpler than any of that. If I could only give you one advice, what would that advice be? And the answer is:
"Make your wedding about you, let it reflect what you are as a couple."

I've seen one too many brides choosing things because that is what mom wants, or that's the "in" thing to do... Not only as a wedding planner, but as a former bride, I want nothing but to see my dream wedding when I look at pictures 5 years from now. Was it me who really wanted a white/outdoor/big wedding? Choose colors that you really like. Want to wear a pink dress? Want to do a tango for your first dance? Want to skip the receiving line? Want to have a sundae bar instead of cake? Go for it! I would much rather go to a wedding where you can actually see and feel the couple's personality than go to a cookie cutter one. I've done both types of wedding. And trust me when I say, it is very clear which one the couple (and the guests) enjoy more.

3 comments:

BPOTW said...

Good advice! I had no clue what I wanted when I got married. I wasn't one of those girls that spent hours daydreaming about her wedding. I was clueless and had to rely on others. If I had to do it all over again I wish I had taken more interest in it. I think I'll encourage my daughter to start daydreaming :)

Ruthy said...

I've met some brides that were very clear about what they wanted, some that had no clue, and the ones who choose whatever their moms want. I just hope I don't turn into the latter one.

Vanessa Rogers said...

Great advice, cookie cutter weddings are boring and you don't want to look back with regret that it really wasn't "you"