From the founder of IntimateWeddings.com
It feels like I could have written this.
“You want your hair to look special on your wedding day, don’t you?” said the hairstylist during a trial-run appointment. I caved. “Sure. Give me an up-do.” An hour and a half later the woman staring back in the mirror was no longer me. She wasn’t the kind of girl who wore plaid flannel pajamas. She didn’t have hangnails or enjoy frothy Guinness and warm slabs of steak. That girl wore satin. She ordered salad for lunch. She chewed slowly. She got manicures."
Whenever I get my hair done, the first thing I ever do once I'm out of the place is mess up my hair. Intentionally. I take my hands and muss up my hair, every single time without exception.
My favorite shoes are a pair of brown steel-toed boots, and I don't own heels. Makeup? Huh? I can't eat a salad without making a mess. (I can do hardly anything without making a mess.) I love flowers, but I love roadside weeds too. I'd rather have a vegetable garden than flower beds. My folder with wedding stuff on my computer is called "frilly frilly frou frou."
"I bought a book to help me plan our wedding, but the more I read, the more I realized just how much my version of the ideal wedding differed from the norm. I didn’t want five bridesmaids; one maid of honor suited me just fine. I didn’t want a garter toss. I didn’t want a DJ playing the Electric Slide. Sure, I wanted music, but my music would be live. And most of all, I didn’t want a big, fat guest list. I didn’t want to celebrate my wedding day with a group of strangers. Instead, I wanted everyone there to have touched our lives in a special way."
My thoughts exactly.
http://www.intimateweddings.com/blog/why-intimateweddingscom/