You hear it all the time: Every little girl dreams about growing up, falling in love with a handsome prince, and getting married.
But then little girls grow up and dreams evolve into something a little more… complicated.
All of a sudden we are 25 years old, and we’ve seen some things. We are no longer looking simply for a prince, but now for a good-looking, gainfully employed, DECENT human being who:
- Loves us unconditionally
- Doesn’t mind our flaws
- Cooks gourmet meals every night
- Cleans like there is no tomorrow
- Rubs our feet (every once in a while)
- Buys us flowers (every once in a while)
- Carries his own weight (all the time, please)
- Has the same house/babies/travel/babies timeline and expectations, and…
- Doesn’t snore
But then you find the love of your life, and it doesn’t matter that the only thing they can operate in the kitchen is the microwave, their shoes are everywhere ALL THE TIME, sometimes you have to pick up their slack, and they aren’t sure about the whole house/babies/travel/babies thing because, well, MONEY.
But let’s be honest, you’re only half-decent-looking, finding a job is harder than you thought it would be, you burn everything you cook, you leave YOUR shit all over the house ALL THE TIME, and you’re not even sure you want the house/babies/travel/ohmigodwaitbabies/all-I-want-is-to-quit-my-job-and-travel thing at all anymore because, well, QUARTER LIFE CRISIS.
All the things you thought you wanted don’t matter anymore because after all the frogs you kissed, here he (or she, for heaven’s sake!) is here in front of you, being all perfectly imperfect, and that’s just fine with you, and you’re all like #ithinkiwannamarryyou.
Oh, marriage. That’s a sweet idea.
But marriages usually mean weddings, and what a gargoyle that is. What used to be a sweet little fairytale playing in your head has now transformed into a monstrous beast. Now that dream must be living, breathing, and perfect or you might as well not have a wedding at all. And then there is the adjective-of-all-adjectives: PINTEREST-WORTHY. There will be no compromising, negotiating, sticking to the budget, or anything less than impeccable about it, or pretty little heads will roll. With the wedding industry constantly upping the bar with ever more ridiculous, more spectacular, more “they did what?!?!”… Well, it’s getting harder and harder to measure up.
And the holy grail of wedding perfection? The Knot, obvi.
The online mecca of anything and everything nuptial receives submissions for ceremony after reception after elopement after happily ever after, so to make it onto their Real Weddings feature seems like a pipe dream to most.
So imagine my surprise when we made it.
Yes, WE MADE IT ON THE KNOT.
Behold…
A Cheerful Yellow Wedding at Greengate Ranch & Vineyard in San Luis Obispo, California
Sweet, sweet validation for the hard work, the stress, and loving each other enough to still get married after 13 months of wedding planning.
It’s not often that we receive this kind of acclaim over here on Do(hot mess)ticated, so let us rejoice in this fleeting victory.
Pin away, bitches!
PIN. A. WAY.
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