So this is a little left-field for me. Not the blog writing, but the reason behind it. I was never the type of girl who had her wedding planned as a child, skimmed over wedding magazines, and wished for that perfect ceremony. If anything, I ruthlessly denied that I would ever get married. I softened over the years (shedding (shodding?) that emo, angry adolescent attitude) and decided I wouldn't mind a wedding to the right person, if only for the gathering of family and friends. And the pile of Chinese gold my mother swore she would never bequeath unto me unless I got married.
Okay, so maybe it's a little greed too. But it's just so shiny!
