omg. someone knock me out. i just spent waaaaay too much time surfing this eeeevil and enticing thing that is the www, and stumbled across a blogring of brides-to-be who have decided to take their planning to the blogospheres. one particular bride, who happened to get married at the ritz carlton laguna niguel, painstakingly detailed the trillion-and-one details that SHE personally oversaw for her wedding. she also proudly displayed pictures of the 8+ binders (color-coded and labeled, of course) she had compiled, filled with pages from magazines, ribbon samples, and pictures... all lovingly placed into sheet protectors and organized into 8+ categories of wedding STUFF.
the work paid off. the wedding looked amazing. i would have LOOOOOOOVED to be a guest. i'm thoroughly humbled. definitely envious of her abilities/ambition/willingness/wealth. and yet, somewhat disgusted at my envy.... because even though my wedding is very important to me and i have obviously found it worthy of quite a bit of time/effort/money... it's still just a wedding. one day. and certainly not worth time in the wee small hours of the morning that could be spent in blissful, non-wedding-obsessed slumber.
in any case, to assuage my troubled conscience, i then spent quite a bit more time poring over nytimes and bbc articles. to read about something "real".
i'm really not as tortured as i sound. but yes, every bit as neurotic.
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