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Why I Wished I had hired a Wedding Planner

One Bride’s Horror Story and why she wished she had hired a Wedding Planner…………

Budget for a Planner for happy  Wedding  Memories….

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Enjoy this weeks blog and have an Elegant Day

We have all heard stories of mishaps and disasters at weddings.  After the fact, we laugh and say, “Oh what a great story that makes”.  At the time it is happing, all involved are stressed, frantic, crying, upset, you name it.  All in all it ruins the moment and unfortunately the mishaps are what they remember.

Here is one brides story……………………………………………………………………..

April 28, the wedding date.  Not the month I wanted to hold my wedding, April is traditionally called, by the weather service, the beginning of Tornado Season.

  • I was born the night a tornado took out a good part of the city I was born in.
  • Several times tornados have hit close to my home.
  • One April, while under a Tornado Warning, I opened the front door, (yes I know not a smart thing to do), and stared that mammoth whirlwind coming toward me.
  • Once while driving up I-75 North, I witnessed a Tornado going East behind me.

Do I need to go on?  I wanted to choose October for our Wedding Date, but Dad vetoed that, saying that as he always went Salmon fishing in October.   Summer is too hot.  Winter always has unpredictable weather, and as we had several out of town guest driving, that was out.

So April it was.

Good news, No Tornado on our Wedding Day, it chose to Rain.

I am an organized person.  I had my checklist, and was ready.  Everyone knew where to be and when.    When you have to depend on friends and family and not a professional, things go awry.

Like most, I had dreamed and planned this day since I received my first doll in a bridal gown.  I practiced how to walk down the aisle.  I envisioned the flower girl dropping rose petals to announce my entrance.  I heard Ava Maria being played as I looked into my husband’s eyes as we said, “I Do”.  Yes, I had it all planned out, I knew my vision inside and out, I had my checklist, everyone involved was advised of the plan.

April 28………. I woke up to rain.   I was determined not to let rain spoil my wedding day.  After all it wasn’t thundering and lighting, no Tornado Watches’ or Warnings, I could deal with a little drizzle.

I had chosen to have the bridesmaids dress at my home and have pictures taken there prior to the Wedding Ceremony.  That all went well.  It was relaxed and fun with lots of laughter.  It was a full house and we were all having a great time.

Pictures were finished so it was time for everyone to leave for the Ceremony.   My brother was in charge of taking the bridesmaids to the Church. My parent’s vehicle was large enough to seat all the bridesmaids. He would drop them at the church and return for Mom, Dad and Me.

I might mention at this point, I choose a Southern style dress with an enormous skirt with a very full crinoline slip.  I also might add that the only other cars at my house were SMALL cars.

Brother dear didn’t come back and didn’t come back; it was getting later and later.  My dad, (who is a stickler for being on time), said,” pick a car we are leaving NOW”.  So my mom “SHOVED” me and my dress into the back seat of my Camero.  You cannot image what a scene that was!  I couldn’t even see out the windows, all I saw was white lace of my beloved dress everywhere I looked.

Meanwhile at the Church, the priest told my fiancée, that if I didn’t get there soon, he would have to marry the maid of honor, because this wedding was taking place on time.  YEIKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

As we arrived at the Church, dad let mom and me out at the front door; he went to park the car.  As mom and I walked into the Foyer of the Church, we were shocked to be looking at our guests, who  were looking back at us.  The doors to the main Church were closed and the ushers were looking confused. 

I had a plan, we had a rehearsal, How could this be happening!!!

I ran into the ladies room, where the bridesmaids were gathered.  Of course there was a flurry of, “Where have you been?” and “What took so long?”    A friend that was taking care of the flowers and lighting the candles, came in to inform us the priest had decided we were not allowed to light the candles on the altar.  Somehow he failed to inform us of this fact in all of our previous meetings.

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back and the tears started flowing.  I excused myself and went into a stall.  A few minutes later, I walked out into an empty room. Where was everyone? Where was mom?  I opened the door still crying and saw my dad waiting for me.  He looked at me and didn’t know what to think as he saw the tears flowing down my face.   He asked me if I wanted to call it off and I said, “NO, I want my candles lit!”  He wasn’t sure what I was talking about so he took my hand gave me a kiss on the check and down the aisle we went.

The sad thing, at this point I was so upset, I don’t remember seeing the all important rose petals lining the path to my fiancée.

The ceremony went according to plan right up to the end.  The organist had not played “Ava Maria”; I was very clear in my plan that this was an important song to me.  I looked at my husband with a bewildered look, the priest asked if something was wrong and my husband said, “No”.

So much for hearing, ”Ava Maria” on my wedding day.

Off to the reception…………….

The reception venue looked beautiful.  The food was fantastic, the cake lovely and the band fantastic.  True to the rest of the day, two hours into the reception, half of the band members started to pack up and leave.  My mom was in a panic and I, once again was on the verge of tears.  Mom stopped one of the band members and he told her they had been filling in for the main band members, as they had a gig that didn’t finish in time for them to start playing at our reception.   REALLY!!!!!!!!!!

The other band members arrived and played to the end of the evening and were sure to search me out to find out who had their payment.

The Bridal Bouquet toss was fun except for the fact the photo of me throwing the bouquet looked like a Barbie arm.

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My new husband being 6’4 tossed the garter and it landed in the Chandelier.   I am looking around for someone from the venue to get a ladder and retrieve the garter…………………

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My husband and I slipped out as the last guests were leaving.  I am happy to report the rest of the evening went off without a hitch.  Except for the fact I came got sun poisoning, we had a wonderful honeymoon.

I thought I had it all under control. I had dreamed and envisioned that day so often I just knew I could do it all on my own.   I realize now I could have alleviated the stress and tears if I had hired a professional to handle the details that I thought I had under control.  A professional that would have know about the band and checked on the transportation.  A professional would have known what questions to ask.

I hope you enjoyed my story, thanks for reading.

I would like to introduce you to our Bride Blogger today.  She is someone I have know all my life.

The bride in this story is me, Patti Davis.

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                    April 28, 1979

My wedding is one of the reasons I wanted to become a Wedding Planner.  I never want to hear about a bride going through some of the mishaps I experienced.

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Elegantly,

Patti & Melinda

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