the indecisive bride

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A Story About A Girl Who Is Perfectly Happy Keeping It Simple

: ANGEL EVENSON

Her engagement ring glimmered in the sunlight as she sipped on her vanilla latte. She slowly set her mug down on the wood grain table as the sun caught her ring just right. A bright glare shot right into her eye as she quickly blinked away the sun-induced tears.

“Whooooah, fancy,” she thought. “I’m not quite used to that!” She admired her sparkly ring as she reminisced about how long she had waited for this moment. An engaged woman, soon to be married!

Her smirk faded to a worried frown.

The glimmering of her engagement ring jogged her memory as she started to sweat.

“Four months to go …” she uttered to herself. “I should probably get some stuff done for the wedding. But … I already have my dress picked out and the ceremony spot decided … is there really anything else I need to do?”

She laughed at herself knowing full well there was plenty left to do. Yet, it didn’t seem to matter that much to her. Does it really matter if there are flowers there? Will anyone really notice? Why do they have to wear suits? Can’t they just come in dress pants and whatever is in their closets? Who really cares if they match, it’s kind of edgy if they don’t.

A mental checklist made its way to the front of her mind: Dress … check; Ceremony and reception location … check; Meal … working on it; Dessert … do we really need dessert? (#momthinkswedo, #betterdoit)

Good enough for today. What am I doing this weekend?

Her thoughts were interrupted as her phone rang. She hurriedly silenced the blaring ring, reminding herself to change the tone one day, as she read the caller ID. It was her mom. She perked up and puffed her chest out because she’s actually quite proud. Why, you ask? She knew full well that once she answered the phone, the inevitable question of “How is wedding planning going?” would come up, and she could say: “You caught me mid-planning!” #halftrue.

“You caught me mid planning!” #halftrue

Her mom started asking questions.

She started sweating again.

She wiped away the beads as she tried to listen with an intermittent “mmm hmm” to prove she was listening.

The questions kept coming.

She drifted off into her own thoughts.

People care whether they sit on a chair with a chair cover or not? That’s actually a thing?

What’s a “block of hotel rooms?” Music? Spotify, baby! I should probably start working out …

What is an officiant?

Can I wear flip flops? ‘Cause, I’m gonna.

“Are you listening?” Her mom’s voice interrupted the conversation in her head as she choked on her coffee.

She heard her, kind of. “Yeah, Mom, I hear you,” she responded.

The details weren’t her thing. She didn’t want to be pressured to care about things she didn’t really care about. But, hey, if there were people who were more opinionated about how things looked and were willing to pay for them and organize it, have at it!

Have you heard of bridezilla? She is the opposite.

Does she sound like a dream wife? Too bad for you, she’s taken.

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