I’m on a budget. Who isn’t these days? I want my dream wedding, but I want it cheaply. I don’t believe in paying upwards of $20,000 for a single day. Throw it into my future mortgage instead, whydoncha? That’s where $20,000 belongs.
I can picture it. Rustic but elegant. Homey and warm. Soft lighting, good food, our families united in drunken Italian/German/Irish song…..
Found my dream location on Friday. For the first time, I was able to imagine myself walking down the isle, my dress rustling, tears rolling down my face. Smiles around me, someone taking pictures, and at the end of line, Dale: smiling biggest of all, also probably crying (man crying, that is, which I believe is only very watery with no actual spillage). But the dream will end here, because that alone is $4,000 over my dream budget.
Instead of moping (too much) went thrifting today and found some goodies: (Yay, distraction from depression! It’s medically proven!)
All about $2 and all different. Then this:
Which I did NOT buy at a thrift store but at A.C. Moore ($8.99). Also notice the time stamp on my hand. It reads “Oil change. 3:00.” Cryptic.
And finally we get this:
Still needs another coat, maybe two. Dale and I estimate about 18 tables and so 18 center pieces. With all the vases costing me a buck or two a piece, I can safely assume I’m still in the black. Or white. Whichever.
So it’s a starting point. I feel good about that.
Wish me luck.
-S