If I were to get married today

If I were to get married today…

My (current) dream wedding.

Confession: If you were to look at my gmail calendar you would see that my wedding is scheduled for June 12.

I’m not sure when, exactly, that was penciled into my calendar but it’s right there; right between ribfest and a photojournalism class.

The date was picked years ago, after realizing that both of my best friends got married on the 12th of the month I decided that I should too and probably, jokingly, added it to my calendar sometime around then. Years later and it’s there on my calendar, a taunting reminder that my life isn’t really on track to where I want it to be.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to get married right now. I still have a huge, long, running list of things I want to do before I could ever get married. And even though sometimes I could see myself as someone who might go so far as to plan a wedding without a groom I’m not that crazy. Well, not crazy enough to make reservations and put down money and pray at least… I am still crazy enough, though, to read wedding blogs and to think about what that day eventually will be. And I know that it’s silly. And, yes, I’ve been told numerous times to never ever tell a guy that I’ve been planning my wedding since I was old enough to know what one was. But I can tell you…right?

Because a girl can dream. So this is what my wedding would look like if I got married today. And, I can totally take solace in the fact that it looks nothing like the frilled with pink ballgown princess wedding I would have probably had at 22. Or maybe I should be sad about that.

If I were to get married today

Dress and suit (J. Crew); Ring (Sarah Perlis); Ranunculus (Design*Sponge); Tree photo (not sure where I got that); location photo (Olivia Leigh); Guitar (Once Wed)

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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