I mean it only makes sense to get married around your favorite time of year, right? For me it's getting to see the leaves change, the crisp autumn air, the yummy crunchy apples, and the spooks and goblins as Halloween creeps around the corner.
Only this year instead of heading off one weekend to an orchard or curling up on the couch drinking some hot coca while watching "Shaun of the Dead" I'm chasing around going to fittings and figuring out what to do if our groomsmen doesn't make it (it's a long story).
It hit me last weekend that we really didn't have the time to go to a big orchard to pick our own apples (if you can't tell by now I am absolutely nutty about apples. I would kill to have my own tree). Instead I had to figure out centerpieces and the weekend after that isn't an option as it's two weeks away and we have tons of stuff planned.
And really who can fit in apple picking when their own wedding is in leSS THAN A WEEK?!
Sorry sorry, don't know what came over me.
Also because of when our honeymoon lands we're gonna not be around to really warrant decorating for Halloween (not that that's stopped me, although most of it is stuff just waiting for the wedding) much less carving pumpkins and then baking the seeds. Mm I love pumpkin seeds (almost as much as apples).
It's a weird feeling, resenting when your own party is. Almost makes me want to send myself a nasty e-mail about how unreasonable and unthoughtful I've been.
But I'm sure I'll get over it in time. I'll probably totally forget about all the fun fall things I usually love in between organizing everything, making sure that all the favors are in order, talking with the minister one last time, planning the recEPTION DECORATIONS, MAKING SURE PEOPLE HAVE A PLACE TO PARK, GETTING ALL THE JEWELRY LINED UP!!!!!
And just trying to have a calm peaceful wedding.