In other words, this week was not exactly a shining moment in my wedding keep-it-together-ness. Which is why, at times like this, it really helps to have sane and fabulous wedding friends. Like Emilia Jane, our DOC, but more importantly a wedding friend who just got married herself. I emailed her in an angst-ridden panic about all of the above. And she made it better.
She reminded me that our reception room is stunning (yes, yes it is)
photo by Chris Soltis, who does amazing LA nightlife and downtown photography
She told me she actually likes the blue, BPA-free, recycled, reusable, dishwasher-safe plastic plates (psst - they're on sale right now, in case you have picnic or, um, inexpensive eco-friendly wedding needs.)
And she especially likes the plates because they'll tie in with the bold color papel picado strands and So Cal fiesta theme we already have, especially if we're smart about the napkins and tablecloths (I'd forgotten about those, and smart choices in linens could help tone down the color-everywhere effect and tie them in together.)
When I panicked about how to tie in the black plastic chairs with sliver trim (yes the ones in the reception room photo) with our wooden ikea boxes and succulent centerpieces, she reminded me that I could paint the boxes white or find white planters. Oh. Yes. I think that would work well and solve the chair clashing issue without "needing" to find money to rent white chairs. I was getting nervous I'd have to give up succulent/mod fiesta dreams to match the chairs. And yes, while white chairs would be lovely, I don't know that they're worth $375 of lovely when my budget's strapped already.
Oh, and she reminded me that no one will care about the decor once they're actually at the wedding because they'll be too busy talking and eating and drinking and dancing. She did warn me that, if I'm planning to invite Martha Stewart, the decor might be an issue. Yeah, not really a concern. I think this will all work out okay.
So, in case you're like me and you've been running around in a panic about wedding things you know are insignificant but really truly seem to matter and are altogether terrible and awful, I'm advocating an email or two to a fabulous wedding friend. Someone who can talk you down from the ledge you knew was silly to stand on in the first place. Someone who can make sanity real again. And then I think you should thank them profusely, because I've never felt more grateful for people (like Emilia and all of you) who can sympathize with freakouts about plastic chairs and plates and yet can still point me the direction of sane and pretty.