MaryB and the City

Runaway bride.

I don’t have a clue how many weddings I’ve attended between 1986 (my Mom’s youngest sister/Aunt Mary’s nuptials) through the present. But I do know I’m officially burnt out of the over-produced escapades, and the nine bridesmaid experiences under my belt probably hasn’t helped either.

To the point where I recently even had a temporary moment of preemptively waving the white flag.

Me: So, I know what you’re going to say, but how about when we’re ready to get married, we elope?

Big: You’re kidding, right?’

Me: No. Hear me out. So we’ve both been to a ton of weddings…been there, seen that. Our roller coaster history will probably have many skeptics sitting in the pews. Our families won’t be subsidizing the expenses. Receptions are very costly. Should I continue?

Big: My Mother would have a heart attack if she didn’t see me get married.

That’s fair. As would my collective family.

But when I came across this gorgeous overview of a 1920’s inspired wedding, my belief system was renewed. I love the theme, the vibe, the story through details. I love that the bridesmaids are not only *not* matching, but they’re not even wearing bridesmaids dresses period. I love jazz. I love the party favors of distilled liquor. I love the old camera. I love the b&w photo booths for guests. I love the headbands & feathers. I love every last glamorous element.

So maybe there is hope for me, after all…to not be a runaway bride.