Apparently the urge to become "the woman that does everything more beautifully than you" has overcome me. I am channeling Martha Stewart every night (though she has to beat the crap out of the spirits of Jenny McCarthy and Droopy in order to get in there). I've spent hours with my paper cutter, sticker maker, and spools of ribbon. I've been hunched over trays full of beads: threading them on wires, shaping those wires into flowers, sticking them to tacky tape so I can have votives that perfectly match my color scheme. I've photoshopped and cropped and printed invitations and printed CDs (with the special printer we bought justfor the occasion), and cut and threaded finicky threads into tiny holes. I've become a graphic designer, special event planner, and craftess extraordinaire.
All this for 6 hours of my life, 30 minutes of which will be spent making the transition from single gal to married woman. So I hope you enjoy the placecards and the votives (which you must take with you because I slaved over them) and the color scheme, and I hope the cake is beautiful and the food is tasty. I hope there are no wardrobe malfunctions and that everyone dances and has a swell time and is glad they came. Because in addition to becoming a graphic designer, special event planner, and craftess extraordinaire, somewhere in there I will also have become something that will still seem unbelievable until it happens: A WIFE.