As much as I’d like to think that this is not going to become a “Bridal Blog” – let’s face it, I’m going to end up talking about it. Quite a bit. Something odd happens when you’re engaged. Or at least when I’m engaged. I get all caught up in it. I’m thinking of songs to play, color schemes, flowers…
Seriously, when did I start caring about this crap? I guess when I finally got engaged to the person that I’m truly supposed to be with. (Full disclosure: I was engaged once upon a time. I broke it off.)
What I’m realizing is that I want this to be AWESOME. I want it to be partially unique, partially traditional, and more than anything else, a celebration of love and friendship. I want it to be perfect for both myself and Eric – reflecting both of our personalities. I want it to be FUN.
I want this to be easy and not a lot of work. Somehow, I don’t think it’s going to go down that way.
I am heading back to NJ in March to meet up with the fam, to discuss financials and all that stuff. I need to find out what we’re working with before we can start planning. I mean, is our wedding going to be some 5-star Four Seasons shit, or is it going to be catered by Taco Bell? I need to know these things! Of course, being in San Diego, I KNOW better than to cater from The Bell. Pffft. I’d go with Santana’s, no doubt. *wink*
But what has been on my mind a lot the past few days is REGISTERING. Seriously, I need a checklist. It’s overwhelming: What do you need when you start your married life with someone? Quite honestly, I don’t think we need to register for china. We don’t even have a dining room in our current place – no sense in getting fancy plates. However, a new set of everyday dishes would be AWESOME.
I logged onto Macy’s website and just started browsing. Just to get some ideas in my head. I want a rice cooker. REALLY BADLY. I want to learn how to make sushi and little cute rice balls (for my bento box lunches, of course)! And I want this. Seriously. A pink mixer, people. To me, that just screams adorable girlie domesticity!
The sad part, is that I seriously cannot cook. But if I had that mixer, I’d LEARN. I’d make COOKIES, and then send some to all of you. Maybe. Depending on how many people actually read this blog. I think I’m at about 3 people, so I should be okay to hook you up with some chocolate chip cookies. That hopefully will not be so overcooked that they’re inedible, nor so undercooked that you get salmonella. I promise, I’ll try my best.
I also want a crock pot. I have no idea how to use one. I fear crock pots, actually. Um, turn on some electronic heater-upper device and LEAVE IT ALONE IN THE HOUSE? My home is old…as in the complex was built in the 1930s. I don’t use the built-in-the-wall heater because it scares me. I’d hate to leave the house in the morning, thinking “YUM! That beef stew is going to be DELISH tonight!” and then come home to NO HOUSE. All because the crock pot exploded due to some electrical glitch and flying, flaming meat and potatoes and carrots burnt my house to the ground.
I’m paranoid, yes.
It would probably help if we had a bigger place. Right now it’s just not feasible and there’s stuff all over the place. The house currently acts mostly as a catch-all for our crap. I’d love to have storage that doesn’t involve stepping OUTSIDE the house. I do what I can to keep the house as tidy as possible. I dust and sweep around everything. I clean the bathroom on a semi-regular basis. I mop the kitchen and bathroom floors on occasion. But I don’t feel like I’m particularly good at it at all.
I want to be, though. There is this part of me that just wants to be the Little Happy Homemaker. I honestly have no idea where the urge came from. But I want to be good at cooking and cleaning and entertaining and all that stuff. Is that weird of me? Is that too 1950s?
Eh, I don’t care if it is.
But I really do want to know if it’s okay to register for socks. Because honestly, it’s something I need, and will continue to need in the future. I have socks in my drawer that I’ve had since COLLEGE. In the 90s. So, it could be a practical gift, right? Kinda like how mixers (even pink ones) are practical…?