I remember an episode of Friends where Monica pulls out a wedding box from under her bed. Since childhood, she had stuffed the box with wedding trinkets, color schemes and photographs of bridal gowns from the pages of Vogue. It seemed Monica had been planning her wedding since birth. I recall playing with a Barbie doll who was a bride-to-be, but that’s about it.
For a while, I didn’t think I had the bride gene. Not once in my twenties did I think, I need calla lilies as decor and a topsy-turvy wedding cake would be amazing. Not until recently, when I was in a relationship that I thought was “it,” did I begin to fantasize about my dream wedding.
Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on the way I look at it), that relationship is now over. We broke up and at 35 years old I found myself single again and with no prospects. So, what do I do with my dream wedding? Do I keep the trinkets in a box? Do I burn them as a sign of independence? Or do I share them with you all?
I choose the latter. Here is how I envision my dream wedding, even though I’m a single gal.