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Why I’ll Never Be a Wedding Planner


rby-greek-wedding-lgnI have to accept the facts: I will never have a career as a wedding planner. I’m not going to come out of this knowing every little thing about planning the PERFECT DAY. There are just so many little things that I never thought about and that, honestly, I don’t care about. Does that make me a terrible bride?  Maybe, but tell me this phone call wouldn’t make you laugh; bridezilla or not:

I was sitting at work when my phone buzzed with a text message.  It was my sister, and only bridesmaid, sending me a picture of a piece of cloth.  “Is this the right color for my dress?”

I decided it was easier to call than get into an epic text conversation.   “What color is that?” I asked my sister. “Is it more red or purple?”

“Red,” she said.  “That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Yup. Isn’t Mom with you?” I asked.

“Yeah, she is.”

“Well, Mom was with me when I picked out the colors for the linens and everything,” I pointed out.  “She’d be the best judge because I can’t really tell the true color from the picture.”

“Okay.”  There was a brief pause while my sister conversed with my mother.  “Um, am I supposed to match the tablecloths?  I’m not, right?”  I could hear my mother in the background saying “It’s not like you’re going to be lying on the tables!”

“Look,” I cut in.  “Do you like the dress?”


“Is it in the color palette that we talked about?”


“Then I’m fine with it.”  I hung up the phone wondering if the bridesmaids were, in fact, supposed to match the tablecloths and if I was supposed to mind if they didn’t.

Apparently color is a very hot topic when it comes to weddings.  A few days later I found myself on the phone again, this time talking to my mother about her dress.  She couldn’t find anything in a grey or a wine color, but she did find a dress that she liked in navy blue.

“Are you sure that’s okay?”

“Sure,” I replied.  “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You’re not going to freak out if I wear a blue dress?” she pressed.

Honestly, the only thing I was freaking out about was getting all of my chores done before Mad Men.  Dress color was not a particularly high priority. “What about me suggests that I would freak out because of that?”

“I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

Which is an absolutely lovely sentiment and it made me realize how truly lucky I am to have my family.  However, colors don’t make me happy.  Well, some do.  I mean, who doesn’t love a vivid turquoise?  At the end of the day, though, I really don’t care if my mom is wearing navy blue, or red, or black or even the aforementioned turquoise.  As long as she likes it, I’m fine with that.

I know that when planning a wedding every little decision can seem like the most stressful thing in the world.  Take deep breaths.  The world will not end if your flowers are pink and not fuchsia or your bridesmaids don’t match the tablecloths.  Likely, you won’t even remember.  You’ll be too caught up in the other, truly important, details.


Elisabeth Fitzgerald

About the author: Elisabeth Fitzgerald

Elisabeth Fitzgerald is a Chicago born, Los Angeles based writer. In addition to writing fiction and non-fiction, she also works in the entertainment industry. When not holed up with a pen in her hand or a script at her side, she enjoys Tejano music, vintage clothing and tricking herself into exercising with yoga. Her dislikes catalog a number of prominent ZEROS.

Elisabeth has written 63 articles for us.

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