Taking it From the Top: The Wedding Vision

So, what does a "Farewell Summer Picnic in the Park Wedding With S$&% We Like" look like?

Well, in our heads something like this.

Images via Google

So . . . rustic, books, goats, outdoors, mill bridge waterfall, woodsy, modern paper sculpture thingy, suspenders, and flowers both neutral and colorful.

Check out this color palette . . .

Swatches courtesy of 100 Layer Cake and Picasa chicanery

You could go anywhere with that.  We like earthy neutrals with pops of bright colors.


We love the park and the idea of a picnic.

We like the idea of book centerpieces being composed of books we love and actually read.


We like goats.  Wes' parents keep goats and we would like to farm them ourselves in the future.  So far they have made it onto the invitations but I'm not sure where else they will make an appearance.  We kind of like the idea of just having them randomly included.  Like, people who come to our wedding will go home wondering what was up with the goats.

Really, I think our wedding theme is essentially us in that it is an amalgamation of all the things that we value and love.
 

Getting it Up

Wedding planning is like sex when you're too sleepy, or too full, or only kind of into it, or headachy, or thinking about something else.

It can be done. . . . but probably not well.

That is just where Wes and I have been with this here shindig.

We have a vision.  (Vision is both more and less twee than "theme" so it's perfect).  We want to have a casual, fun, kind of lazy, happy picnic in the park wedding.  I like to call it our "Farewell Summer" party with an overlying theme of "Shit We Like".  (That last sentence is like I was momentarily possessed by Martha Stewart and I'm talking about my annual Hampton's party where everyone wears white and drinks wine and is bourgeois and then . . . the real me re-establishes dominance at the very end.)

We know when it's going down.  We're doing the damn thing on September 1st which is kind of like the prelude to actual fall.

We know how much we want to spend.  As close to $1000.00 as possible.  Why no . . . . no we don't smoke crack.

The question is. . . can it be done?  And can it be done well?

Until recently the answer was. . .  maybe.

Even though the stage is pretty much set, the course plotted, we have been dragging our feet on actual execution, aka, parting with cold hard cash.

Sure we dipped our toes in on smaller details.  Ordering fabric swatches and designing our invitations--not that we have actually made them yet.

The next step will be getting some quotes to see how much, if any, of the work can be outsourced.  I have been slacking on that, mostly because I'm a little worried about reactions to the whole, "So, how much do you have to spend?" question.  I'm anticipating shock. . .  or incredulous laughter. . . or maybe they might actually faint.

That could be kind of cool.