I’m blessed. My parents have graciously and generously offered to host our wedding. I realize that many girls are not so lucky.
Thanks Mom and Dad, in case I haven’t said it lately!
Of course, there are still things that J and I will need to fund on our own. Our wedding bands, our marriage license, photography, videography, rehearsal dinner, honeymoon, premarital retreat required by the Church, his tux, his daughter’s dress and travel. It’s getting to be quite the list. I work full time at the television network and part time at a portrait studio. I’m doing all I can to earn enough money to pay cash for as many things on this list as possible. I’m trying to live even more frugally than normal; I haven’t had Starbucks in MONTHS! And I FULLY avoid all shoe departments of every store I go in to. Please don’t think I’m complaining… I’m fully aware that many many girls have to pay for all of the things on my list and EVERYTHING else that goes along with a wedding too.
BUT on Saturday J and I went for a drive. We ended up in a town I’d never been to before. It was great. Small, quiet, quaint. And it had a downtown straight out of a novel, complete with soda shops and cute boutiques. It was a lovely way to spend a Saturday afternoon. But then we went in to one of
those fore mentioned cute boutiques and my day took a significant turn for the worst (okay, that’s a grave overdramatization) as I laid my eyes on an authentic Burberry quilted jacked. I was shocked #1. to see such a high end designer haphazardly scattered amongst Koret and Rafeal’s shoulder padded sweaters and #2. to see the VERY jacket I’d been lusting over for years in Small Town Alabama.
Clearly, I’m under no financial disillusionment or I wouldn’t be writing a post for a budget bridal blog and I would have spent the $400 for the jacket years ago when I first discovered it. But today. Today was such a ridiculous temptation I could BARELY contain myself. The jacket. Authentic Burberry. In my size. Was marked down from $400 to $100! $100! For a timeless jacket I’ve wanted for forever!
But alas, I have a wedding to save for. I put the jacket back on the rack. Turned to J and said “we must leave immediately before I do something I might regret”.
What kind of sacrifices have you had to make to save $$ for the wedding of your dreams?
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