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While we were out shopping for wedding supplies Saturday, Finn’s mom called to ask about our plans. He told her that we were waiting to finalize the venue before we dove too far into the decorations. Fair enough.
She goes on to say that SIL wants to help with the decorations.
This makes me feel even more suspicious. It feels like she wants to live vicariously through me, since she never had an actual wedding and reception.
I rolled my eyes sooo hard when Finn told me. He gets it. Our tastes are vastly different. She wants a $26k ring vs my less-than-$100 moissanite bridal set.
We’ve been told no less than four times that she wants to help, and I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. I don’t want her anywhere near the crafty end of the decorations. I’ve put a lot of thought into what I want, and being naturally crafty, I don’t trust anyone else to do it to my standards.
Yes, I realize that makes me sound like a bitch and a bridezilla, but it’s the truth. I take a lot of pride in my craft work. It’s kind of my gig. I have been paid for my creations. Once upon a time, I had two active online shops. So yeah, it’s safe to say that I’m good at what I do.
So, onto yesterday…
I fucked up. SIL caught me in a moment of weakness (dealing with some pain from a splinter IN MY ASS. Seriously, it hurts to sit on any surface that’s not heavily cushioned. You have my permission to laugh), and I gave her the link to my Pinterest wedding board.
She’s running with it. And for some weird ass reason I’ve yet to figure out, she’s pushing bamboo cutlery. Like, fuck, let me breathe. Finn and I are paying for this whole gig out of our own pockets.
No Pay, No Say.
Suggestions are all well and good, but in the end, Finn and I have final say. I don’t want this wedding to become a three ring circus. My last wedding, the in-laws took over, and it ended up being almost completely the opposite of what I wanted.
Fuck, just let us have the wedding we want. Damn.
Still looking for volunteers for ‘red wine duty.’
Random ass thoughts hitting me today.
This morning, while making my first of many cups of coffee, I looked around my kitchen and thought to myself ‘wow, this is MY house. My house my rules’ and then quickly went into WTF mode.
I’ve literally NEVER had my own house. It was always the house of whomever I lived with. Always had to be decor they wanted (with the exception of Scott, but that house was a reflection of him and I loved it). With STBXH, everything had to be just so, and presentable to the public, because, well… It was a public tourist attraction.
I’m still working on decoration ideas to make this our home. Me, Z, and Finn. This is our home. Together.
Whether we get this place or not, I’m still going through this house like a tornado, packing ALL of our stuff. Petty or not, I’m packing EVERYTHING, right down to the toilet paper, paper towels, and any and all food we’ve purchased. It’s not our job to provide anything for them. As it is, I’m noticing that he’s getting into our canned goods, and my coffee (which I haven’t been drinking what he’s made). With a limited diet because of food sensitivities, it’s frustrating when people finish off the foods I can actually eat. We have a limited food budget on top of that, so it’s even more frustrating.
The more I look at the pictures from yesterday, the more I want it. Sure, it’s a trailer. Sure, it needs some work (mostly paint, from what I can tell), but it will be ours.
I’m excited and nervous. I’ve never had a place that was mine. Always living under someone else’s rules. I mean, yeah, we’ll have to follow the rules of the park, but the interior is ours. We can decorate however we want. We can paint, and hang pictures, and change anything we want.
We fell in love with this trailer yesterday, and we’re hoping and praying that we get it.
This waiting game is making me anxious.
I keep checking Pinterest for decoration ideas on a budget. I know I can do a lot of the crafty stuff myself, and I probably already have most, if not all, supplies needed. Thank goodness, I’m a craft hoarder. LMAO.