My follies

There is one thing that marriage will deprive you of; and I am not talking about your freedom. In fact that's the last thing that I would lose in this relationship. I just happen to be one of those lucky ones who don't end up with the over possessive and controlling types. I do have to deal with the strange sense of humor. But I'll take that over the Hulk. Thank you please. So back to what I was trying to get at. The one thing that I feel deprived of are the hour plus long conversations stolen in the middle of the night over the phone. So what's so great about these conversations? Well, for starters, they're like a date. It's only that you don't have to kill yourself over choosing what to wear to do it. There is no stress about how to behave, how to sit, how to walk. Whether to hold hands, not to hold hands. Kiss, not to kiss. The wedding is keeping you busy, isn't it? He said one day. I know you're having fun. Just don't exhaust yourself. ...

Wait a minute! Now, now! Don't go calling me names like that. I just happen to be one of those individuals who like to be in the eye of the storm. Well, of course, it is my wedding after all. If I want purple hair to go with my wedding theme of white and purple, then I jolly well will have it that way! Royal icing it is. No  matter what you say. My wedding cake has to have royal icing. Mah wedding! Mah rules! You don't like plum cake? Well we've got vanilla at the top of the tier for you. Don't fret. But I am certainly having royal icing piped onto my wedding cake. Then came the shoes that I had to wear. They had to be comfortable, chic and had to go with the theme as well. I am sure my mother's legs were screaming when I finally settled for golden ones after spending three days looking for purple shoes to go with the theme. Well those are just few of the things that I was bent upon having. I settled for a purple colored extension just for the occasion of t...

So then there are these pre-wedding exertions. Well, like I've told you earlier, I was on top of my game since I started planning even before the wedding date was fixed. That's just me. Overboard every time. Either too far ahead or too far behind. And while I'd done the organizing part pretty efficiently, there were some things that I had been procrastinating for way too long. You're not going to be getting married everyday! How hard can it be to keep your beauty appointments?  My beautician and friend had chided me. I haven't seen worse skin on any bride-to-be two weeks from her wedding.   If that could have shattered my confidence, I would have been a whole different person in the first place. But then, I am just me. There I was standing, nervously clicking the nails on my thumb and forefinger together, trying to get through the shame of not caring two hoots about my acne. Yes. I have acne at 31. It wasn't really embarrassing, till right about then when I...

Oh well! It's happening, isn't it? Those are my exact thoughts. Are you excited? My friends ask over WhatsApp. Well, they may never find out because most of them cannot make it to the event in question. My wedding. That's what they're talking about. The fact of the matter is that I feel nothing. Sure the organizational part gives me a rush. But that's about it. Don't get me wrong. I am head over heels in love with the man I am going to get married to. But there is something about the whole thing that is yet to hit me. Where are the pre-wedding jitters? Doesn't every bride-to-be feel them? Well before the date was set, I was on the internet. Searching and searching. Making calls to banquet halls and hotels. Finding out what a wedding would cost. Figuring out whether we could afford it or not. I went through Facebook pages and Instagram handles of at least 50 wedding photographers. All those couples in the pictures. They looked pretty. Very pretty indeed....