This post is about my gradual transformation from a regular OCD-ish girl to a Bridezilla. So the last year came to an end and the new year began. I never got to write my peppy ‘woohoo-it’s-the-new-year’ article, or my ‘wow-what-a-great-year-2015-was’ article either. It’s too late now though and I hope the blogosphere noticed (and hopefully missed) my absence.
Anyway, the biggest highlight of 2015 was that I got engagedand ever since, I haven’t even had time enough to say Hoorray. (I exaggerate of course, but seriously, life has turned into a rollercoaster ride, and I’ve turned into Bridezilla, holding on to dear life). My engagement party is to be in March and the wedding is to be in Jan’2017. Already Mom and Dad are tired of me and I have gotten into a million arguments with the Mystery Man (who is no longer a Mystery by the way, and I am gonna have to think up a better name for him one of these days).
So how much do I love him, let me count the ways:
- I have a folder full of excel sheets on my laptop – Engagement Guest List, Wedding Guest list, Diet Plan, To-Do list, Learn to Cook the following list, Exercise Plan, Shopping List, Ideas list. Sigh, there are more. Many more. (All colour coded, pivot chart-ed, and hlookup-ed).
- I have invested in a book – “Chicken Soup for the Bride’s soul”. It’s to keep me upbeat and help me de-stress when I’m bogged down with planning and excel sheets.
- I have sacrificed weekends. Instead of lounging at home with a book, I have gone on shopping expeditions. (And wedding shopping is not exactly fun, let me tell you. At least not in the Indian context. There are a million items of attire to buy, saris, lehengas, jewellery,footwear. And a million opinions to be heeded. It doesn’t help that I have a very particular taste either).
- I have bullied and micromanaged. And micromanaged and bullied. So much so that I doubt my parents and friends are even attending the wedding.
- In the midst of all this, I am planning a nice getaway for the two of us. I do so need it.
- Almost forgot, I’m taking dance classes. I am quite uncoordinated and yet I’ve signed up for ‘contemporary’ dance. I could have gone for bollywood style or jazz, which they say is easier, but nooooo, I had to choose contemporary. But let’s not lose hope, we still have a year to go!
So long then, the excel sheets are calling to me!