If we’re friends in real life, or if you secretly- stalk me (am I even stalk-worthy!?) you’d know that I’m planning something big.
Like wedding-big. Like, Alhamdulillah-I’m-Getting-To-Marry-My-Best-Friend big (Inshallah). Like this-will-change-everything big. Like I-won’t-have-a-curfew-and-can-hang-out-with-a-boy-after-9PM big. You get my drift.
I tried to put it off for as long as I could because I don’t know the first thing about wedding planning. I surfed Buzzfeed and Pinterest for a few weeks, but let’s be real, there isn’t a ’20 things you should know before planning a Malay Wedding’ entry on Buzzfeed. We’re not a very dominant demographic. I found a pretty good Malay tip sheet (which I then proceeded to translate into English, I’m an idiot) and considered that prep enough.
That was 5 weeks ago.
After a few conversations with my mom and an incessant following of 50+ Instagram accounts, I am finally kicking my butt into gear. The Malaysian wedding industry is extremely big on Instagram. I found almost everything I needed – designers, make up artists, henna artists, photographers, videographers, florists, hantaran people – it’s insane how many choices we have (how will I choose!? *cries*). I am now addicted to wedding hashtags and wedding creepin’. I say it’s all in the name of research.
But all this ‘research’ is making me freak out. I am sure I’m doing something wrong. There’s going to be something I’m going to forget. I’m going to pick the wrong flowers. I’m going to overpay for the photographs. What if no one comes? What will happen if I hate my outfit? I’m going to have to leave Ottawa!? (We can discuss this later). I’m going to ugly-cry in front of people and it will all get caught on film. What if I wake up with huge zit on my face on the Day?
I have a lot of thoughts. Clearly.
Let’s all hold hands and get ready for this ride. It’s going to be a big one.