For a single girl living alone in Boston with my 6 lb papillon, Chloe, I spend way too much time planning my hypothetical wedding. This is something that began in high school when my friends and I would go to Barnes & Noble, sit on the floor of the wedding section and decide the silhouettes of our dresses. Since then, I have graduated to actually picking my dress (which obviously I can’t show here, in case my future husband ever reads this. Oh ok, you twisted my arm.
Isn’t it fantastic?
As well as my shoes, bridesmaid dresses, venue, and menu.
This is a problem. A sickness, if you will. One would imagine that the whole all-girls-school-graduation-for-which-a-white-wedding-dress-is-required thing would have satisfied my need for a pretty white dress.
Nope. Not for this amateur wedding planner. I’ve even tried to plan my best friends’ weddings, real and imaginary. I’m actually so incredibly good at it that I’ve considered dropping out of school and/or switching careers to start my own wedding planning business. No general event planning for me, though. strictly weddings (ooh…that’s a good business name, no?). However, perhaps it would be a better idea to start with a boyfriend before thinking about putting a ring on my pretty little finger. Don’t worry though. I’ve got that covered too, and it’s gorgeous.
Megan is a 26 year old socially awkward undergrad living in Boston (jeez…graduate already!). She tweets too often sometimes and it gives her anxiety when she thinks about it. She’s fabulous at procrastinating and usually uses this time to focus her energy on her many strange obsessions.