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I have a bad habit of buying stuff that I never end up using. Clothes. Gadgets. Rosetta Stone Spanish (I’ll get to that SOMEDAY Jessie! Promise!).
And a set of bamboo ink brushes. I got them sometime during my senior year of college.
That was seven years ago.
All this time, those brushes have sat, still in the packaging, in my art drawer. They moved with me from my parents’ house, to my first apartment, to my boyfriend’s house, to the apartment I now share with that then-boyfriend, now-fiance, almost-husband.
Marriage is supposed to be forever.
The paper materials that go with it, however, are not.
Despite all the fancy stock, foil accents and die-cut edges that go into the invitations and other papery things, realistically the stuff just ends up in the trash, ya know?
So when my friend Linda found a brand-new box of wedding stationary at a thrift store for a glorious $13, I happily walked that sucker down the aisle (…#sorrynotsorry) to the register.
When we got engaged, I mocked the general cost of a wedding.
Who’s stupid enough to spend so much on a single day? I said.
…A few months later…
That frustrates me to nooooo end. (Ask anyone who talked to a very tearful me yesterday.) BUT. I’m trying to remember something. The best parts of this whole shindig, have absolutely nothing to do with the dollars, so the dollars aren’t worth stressing over.