The minute my Superhero and I met and started talking, the conversation hasn't stopped. Four years ago my life turned in yet another direction I never anticipated. I am getting married. Again. For the last time. The excitement! The drama! The dresses! Boy Howdy, does no one over the age of 25 get married in a lovely dress that doesn't make them look out of place? Not many women of a certain age would opt for a sleevless gown. I'll go sleeveless, as long as I have a jacket. Yup, Hello middle age.
At my age, a dramatic, ivory gown is sad. I actually considered a red gown (a lot of red gowns), but then we changed the venue and date. I've colored outside the lines much of my life, and I am not going to be a "typical" bride. There will be no white, or peach or ivory to be seen. Red, you better believe it. Nor is my SuperHero going to be a typical groom. One of the many things I love about him. I had to put my foot down on any hardware on belts, radios or guns for 5 hours on Sunday though. I love Montana. Just the opportunity to use hardware, belts, radios and guns in the same sentence without gagging is worth it.
The planning has begun on the best wedding in the last best place. I love to plan. I love the details of events. I'm really good at details at events. I can handle 10,000 people, 7 blocks of street vendors and two seperate sites for music at each end. I have never planned a wedding, not even my own.
Our wedding has a theme, is DIY from the invitations to the decorations and we are getting married by the Reverend Doctor Drew, a friend who received his title over the internet, and it is completely legal to marry us. I love that!
A dear friend is making our wedding cake. We go back over 30 years. I'm not sure what that means yet, but I know she can handle it as far as suggestions regarding what sort of cake, icing, decorations...all those really DIY creative things I really suck at. I'm starting to really miss working with grouchy vendors.
The entire wedding is DIY, down to the cabins on site. The cabins have a cute porch with a bitching view, a wood stove and 4 walls and a roof. If you don't bring a bedroll, you can rent a twin mattress and sheets. You have to bring your own towls though. And its public restrooms with public showers. I love Montana.
Quirky is the theme. Ok, Rustic Quirky. My mother is not happy that I am considering burlap as part of the invitations. I love the idea. If I can find my creative DIY invitation gene, burlap is what I am going to have.
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