Long time no post...illness, funerals, fighting the bank tooth & nail on mortgage issues (THAT is its own blog!!! may be coming soon), company merging, blah, blah, blah. In short, the wedding sort of slipped to the backburner. But, with three months to go, the heat turned up and there are whiffs of smoke curling off that unwatched pot. Wait, what's that sound? Think the fire alarm just went off...time to pull wedding pans off that burner and put them front and center again.
Ok, metaphors off. In real life, the "alarm" came in the form of an email from St. Anthony's Bridal. Remember the not-for-profit I waxed poetic about? The place I was counting on for EVERY major wedding item-- table linens, dishes, chafing dishes, vases, runners?
Back up. Revel in the suspense, and the foreshadowing. Three nights in a row, I had variations of the same nightmare. Sometimes it was the day of the wedding, sometimes it was a month out, but, always, it was late in the game, go time, and...I did not have anything for the wedding. Sometimes nobody remembered to go to St. A's. Each dream, it came down to the wire and I did not have what we needed. In one version, we are hustling to buy food from McDonald's because we have no chafing dishes for our food (I HATE fast food!!). I know, I know, brides to be have bad wedding dreams. I get it. But, really, the wedding was off the radar right then. And I'm not the wedding nightmare type. Really. It felt premonition-y. Like any half-sane persion, I shook it off, chalked it up to wedding stress. Even though I wasn't stressing. Until....
...the email. From St. Anthony's. That said somebody would have my wine glasses & other items until Sept. 10. Six days after the planned pick-up date, and the day before my wedding, when everyone I love and could count on will be in Lake Anna with me. And (wait, it gets better), somebody needed all of my stuff from me on Monday, Sept. 13. Five days before they are due. As if I'm going to get everything washed and ready two days after the wedding. Oh, and as if I can make it to Bethesda on a Monday, after taking time off for MY WEDDING.
Ugh, groan, grumble. I'm sure their heart is in the right place, and they are trying to help as many brides as possible. But instead, St. Anthony's is putting in me in the position of letting myself be screwed or being the scrooge bride who argues against sharing. Which, the whole point of the place is sharing, I love that about the place. I had every intention of donating some wedding items to them (and my mom was going to write them a check) because I love the whole concept and that this place even exists. However, we have a signed contract stating specific pick-up/drop-off times, and it is unfair that they have now offered the items to these other brides. Especially the one the day before MY wedding, which was booked first. I've emailed the Sept. 10 girl and St. Anthony's....waiting for a response. They are slow on the email, I get it, but starting to panic a bit. Leaning towards forgetting the whole thing and shopping the yard sale circuit to get what I need wedding-wise. There is something to be said for being in control. In fact, it is one of my favorite things. Is it worth it to trade that control for free items and the "green-ness" of the St. A's concept? Or is control PRICELESS....???? Ok, there's an actual dollar price in this case, but maybe it is more of an investment (in my peace of mind) vs. an expense.
In closing.........ACK.
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