La Meridionale Ballerina

Ah, a wedding.  A joyous occasion.  The "happiest day of your life." 

Unfortunately, with all that comes the actual planning of the wedding.

For me, so far, it’s been pretty fun.  The F (new nickname time!) and I spent a Saturday evening making engagement announcement cards by hand.  Contrary to popular belief, we had a ball.  The F especially liked that he got to play with the sealing wax for the envelopes.  We’ve been thumbing through some books and websites and toying around with ideas, most of which involve ways we think we can save money ("what do you think about toasting with water?"  "Think I can buy some silk sheets and sew a dress?" "You could totally draw some flowers on printer paper and make some invitations").

But the best part about planning is looking at what my dad likes to refer to ask "the underestimated power of bad taste."

Such as this idea for a heartfelt proposal:

http://www.partypop.com/Themes/ENGA0001.html

I wish I could make this stuff up, folks.  But no, you really did just read that someone popped the question while dressed as The Boy Who Never Grew Up.  Do I even need to touch on sexual implications of asking someone to be your "Wendy" (aka a "Mother" to you and your Lost Boys)?  Of the Oedipal complex surrounding this family and pulling in even the future father in law?  Of how disturbing it is that said future father in law could not convince his adult daughter to wear her "nightie"?

Maybe Peter Pan there really wishes he was Mary Martin…dressed as a boy.

In short, I’m confused.

But not as appalled as I am at this feature.

Yes, you can hire someone to write your thank you cards for you.  If that doesn’t smack of class, I don’t know what does.

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