Weddings. Weddings are on my brain because last night two of my dearest pals said, "yes"
They usually happen in the summer months. Why this is, I haven't a clue. Fall and winter weddings seem so much more magical, to me at least. Firstly, there is an undeniable "something" about autumn. I will argue that it has a mystery about it more powerful than spring. It's like ultimate anticipation. You know what's about to happen. You know the leaves are going to change and then be dead. You know the snow is coming, or maybe just rain and grey. Nonetheless, it's like anticipation for survival mode. I feel like all of the body's sensations are heightened by an awareness that lay dormant when the living is easy. It's this very fight or flight feeling that knocks the nerves about.
It's the perfect time for a wedding. Plus, if you get married in fall/winter, all the more merry a honeymoon jaunt to a tropical locale is! Everyone needs a solid excuse to turn to a friend and say, "You know, I really need some new resort-wear." Unless your last name is Trump or Hilton or Gates, you probably don't have resort-wear at the forefront of your brain. The other part of a winter wedding that is outstandingly more amazing than anything is the fact that you can wear an amazing floor length white coat, or like my friend, a giant white feather boa. Maybe it's the color combinations that throw people from a winter wedding. Maybe there is a disproportionate number of brides set on their colors being hot pink and orange. (to my knowledge, I've only met one person with such a wedding color scheme).
All in all, I'm just saying that winter weddings need some more credit. However, I hope this isn't your wedding chariot:
Posted by Meredith Boone