Hypothetically speaking

Those of you follow me on Pinterest might have noticed my pins taking a slight swerve in direction lately. Actually, more of a major detour. A one-way ticket heading back up the tracks, destination: Weddingville. 

It's not for me, though. It's, um, for a friend.

FINE, it's for me. Although there is, in fact, a friend. One who is trapped in that curious limbo that you might call, if you were so inclined, a pre-engaged state. So I offered to create a wedding inspiration board for her, one her boyfriend wouldn't see. Just to give her a few fun ideas, a bit of fluff and nonsense to brighten a dark January afternoon. Keep it light, keep it fun. If I happen to spot something in my internet wanderings that looks like it might be to her taste, I'll stick it in there, no big deal, nothing too heavy.

That was three days ago. I'm currently on 110 pins, and counting.

From hairstyles to dresses to invitations to colour schemes to flowers to artfully-arranged tree branches dripping in candles, I cannot seem to stop.

I've been trying recently to curb my interest in all things wedding-y, after someone told me it was "time I got over all this wedding stuff". In fairness, the comment that incited this display of tough love was something along the lines of, "[sigh] Every time I hear 'In the Bleak Midwinter' [gaze wistfully into middle distance], part of me mourns the winter wedding I never had". They had a point. I needed to let it go. Stop playing the if-I-were-getting-married-again game, stop second-guessing my choices, stop indulging in hypothetical wedding planning every time I think I see something more stylish, more meaningful, more beautiful.

So I restricted myself to only the bare wedding essentials. Filled myself up instead with fashion blogs and lifestyle blogs and fumbling our way through adulthood blogs and I thought I was fine, I thought I was over it, but it turns out that all I needed was the merest of nudges and here I am again. Gorging myself on ribbons and lace, scooping up diamonds and dresses with greedy, grasping fingers.

It's okay though, because it's not for me. It's for a friend.

{First image via Handmade Ryan Gosling. Second image by Float Away Studios via Style Me Pretty.}