I swear to the gods this won't ever become some crazed and obsessed wedding-centric blog because I'll eat a jar of pickled hogs feet before I become a simpering, obnoxious bridezilla who can talk wedding and only wedding.
However, I would like to say that I am only a scant month into planning and I am already beyond overwhelmed. Everything's too loud, too frilly and disgustingly overpriced. And there is so much of everything to figure out, too. Definitely a party on steroids. There's also the unfortunate complication that I am dead set on diy-ing a bunch of things for the wedding myself. Eloping to New Orleans never sounded like such a glorious and tantalizing delight.
