If someone were to ask me what was the greatest frustration I encountered during the whole mad rush to the pheras, I would know in a heartbeat.
It was my ‘cardwallah’.
Where everything else was moving like clockwork, this was the one aspect of wedding planning that drove me up the wall. The last time I was in that card shop, I remember a whole lot of yelling.
This is the story of the wedding cards:
I know of friends that spent the equivalent number of months as I did days preparing for the wedding. I was in despair about this from the start. I had just under a month to pull everything together and I was really freaking out about it.
However, looking back, I think it was the biggest blessing ever. Two reasons for this: First, I was not second guessing myself. When I fell in love with something, it was bought. I really listened to my instinct – and I know that if I had more time, I would have thought about it, thought about it some more, changed my mind, and then hated my decision. So I went in with a good deal of research, knowing what I wanted. As soon as I found “it”, it went home with me.