Only YOU can prevent Paper Paranoia

I'd like to think I've created a little space here on the great interwebs that is honest and fun. I decided a while ago I wanted it to be positive. I wanted this blog to be a way for me to recognize and document the wonderful things that happen in my life.

I'd like to put my best side on this blog but sometimes things get ugly.

Sometimes I turn into "that girl" or in this case "that bride" and I feel the need to admit it to all of you. Many of you may recall me saying that wedding planning gets pretty crazy. I mean, it really is pretty insane sometimes. I always joked that noone is going to care how the napkin is folded... or which of the 1,973 shades of white we need to use.

I thought I would be the exception. I thought I was different. But then it happened to me.



Yesterday I went to the store to get paper for the wedding. Specifically, paper to print the menus on. I had already gotten samples of paper and let Shawna the event designer (yes, the event designer/florist who is decorating for the reception) chose which one she wanted. She had sent me to the store to get paper that wasn't white and wasn't ivory but something in between. How difficult can that be, I so innocently thought. It took me like 10 trips to different stores. You see the white is too white and the ivory is to yellow will clash with the snow and crystals. The more I type the crazier it sounds.

The paper we decided on is called Texturized Pearlized Porcelain and no they don't have it in cardstock. Happy with the decision I was off to purchase it.

I went in to grab the paper and realized there wasn't enough. I started looking thru the other bins and found ~gasp~ Pearlized Pearl which is almost exactly the same as the Texturized Pearlized Porcelain only without the texture.



Now my invitations are pearlized with no texture but we really liked the texture but the non-textured would match better but the pearlized pearl was shinier and the textured is harder to print on.

I decided I would take both because I would still be short paper and would have to come back to steal their stash again. But then they told me that they could order whichever one I wanted.

I was paralyzed. Which one?! Texture, no texture, porcelain, pearl. I was screaming inside. I mean, what if I make the wrong decision? What if I get both and half the table gets textured pearlized porcelain and half the table pearlized pearl. The room started to spin and I had to hold onto something steady. OK maybe it didn't but I just kept walking around staring at these two sheets of paper.

I called my mom. Twice. I have no idea why because clearly she can't see what I am looking at. AAAAAHHHHH! Who I am and what has the world come to?

I took a sample and told them I would call with my order.



I went home and left the paper in the car. I just can't have them staring at me.... questioning me... a testament to the lack of decision making I am plagued with. Believe me, I know how this all sounds. People have actual problems and I am paralyzed by paper.

I worked out.... hard. I went to sleep and dreamt that I didn't have a dress for the wedding and wore a white skirt and navy blue blazer and I forgot to have my hair done, my veil was crooked and we were getting married in the back of the church while everyone else was facing the altar and we had the reception in the parking lot.

But I feel much better today. I mean, how realistic can this all be? I don't even own a navy blue blazer.


People actually plan weddings for a living?