If you follow this blog, by now you are aware that Josh and I decided to plan our wedding without professional help. At various points along the way, I have cursed myself for this decision and wondered if there are wedding planners available for last-minute emergencies (in case you are wondering, they do exist). But in the end, we had to be true to us and trust our inner circle-cum-planning committee to get everything done in time, and in style.
This weekend, my main team (comprised of my dutiful mother and sister-in-law, AKA Our Angels) spent 48 hours together tying up the loose ends… and over 100 pairs of flip flops. The duo raced all over Long Island doing our final bidding for us, getting the paper goods finished, the favors assembled, and myriad other thorns in my side released. They sent a few texts asking for our opinion but mostly just told us to trust them and stay out of it, which we did.
The photos of our little details are so pretty I am tempted to show them to you now, but we will wait for a proper reveal. In the meantime, the planning committee (or the two heads of it, anyway) are desperately seeking stunt doubles who would be willing to stand in their places on the big day. I can be a nightmare in a crisis, and should anything go awry, Mom and Allie would much rather be throwing back a glass of bubbly than calming me down. I’m joking. Sort of.
Suffice it to say, I’m a lucky girl. And these two don’t even charge for their services! But if thank-you’s were payment, they’d be quite wealthy indeed.