I used to see getting married as a loss of personal identity. I mean, you have to change your name and they pronounce you man and wife, none of these things really appealed to me. Side note: Our parents have been happily married for more than 30 years. So it’s not like I was scared of marriage, it was more like I liked my name and I didn’t like having to ever answer to everyone. Again so very odd since I have been with the fiance for well over 10 years now and I always do what I want and as please, so it’s not like I was worried of what could or would be. I can’t really pin point exactly what changed my mind, but I have definitely learned to never say never, because in the last two years my views on marriage have definitely changed.

Maybe I just grew up, I’ll never really know and I kind of like that it’ll be like one of those unsolved mysteries. Well, whatever it was in the end all you need to know is that I finally decided I was ready to get married. I do however think a huge part of my not such a big fan of getting married was that whole wedding part of the deal. The thought of a huge crowd of people staring as I walk, talk, then walk again and then dance gives me mucho anxiety. I just don’t like the idea of being the center of attention. Don’t get me wrong, I love being around people, but I enjoy this kind of attention when I’m sharing a good idea or busting out the wind up doll dance. Being the bride and the center of this huge extravaganza just never sounded very appealing to me, so for a long time I dreamed of elopement.

Yes, I wanted to elope. I wanted to get married at city hall in NYC (definitely inspired by the photo above) and take photos on the Brooklyn Bridge. I shared this idea and many, many of my friends and all of them and CK said that this would not fly AT ALL. There were threats and you can’t do this to us, etc. etc., so I’ve since reconsidered elopement and decided on something that the fiance and I feel quite comfortable with, and that my friends is a small ceremony and fabulous dinner to follow. No huge audience, no huge entrance, no huge reception, no anxiety and no huge head-ache. (Another side note: No, we don’t live in NYC but it is the third love of my life)

The fiance has pretty much always been okay with whatever it is I like (well, actually that’s a small lie, I tried to pitch him placing that pretty Hermes H belt on my waist last night and it was a no go), so the discussion of a ceremony in the park next to the BK bridge followed by a lovely dinner was something we were both a fan of. I’m incredibly excited about the BK park, the view is going to be super maje! (maje, that’s another thing he’s not ok with and he really wasn’t ok with when he realized I picked it up from RZ) I’m still looking for a restaurant to hold our fabulous dinner, so if any of you have any suggestions in the Brooklyn Heights and DUMBO area please let me know!

I’m kinda winging it with everything aaaaand I’ve been super lax about it all considering we are getting married in oh less than 4 months. It’s a small affair so luckily everyone who is attending knows me well enough to know how I roll, and that all those pesky little details will all work out in the end. And you all might as well know I will a) not be changing my last name, it rhymes it would be a crime to change it and b) we will be pronounced husband and wife.

Another request, if you know of any wonderfully artistic photogs in the NYC area please let me know. I’ve been looking online, but it’s kinda been a head ache. I’m just not really a very bridesy kind of girl.

All photos are from my board on Pinterest called “So, Maybe I’ve Changed My Mind.” Yes, I really named it this.