So after not planning my wedding/feeling guilty about not planning my wedding/whining about what a pain weddings are for a year, my wedding plans came together the other night in about 15 minutes flat. I got an idea, let it roll around in the old noggin for a few minutes, and then I knew I finally figured out what I wanted. Yay!
Renaissance Faire Wedding!
TOTALLY KIDDING, YOU GUYS. If I had a Renaissance Faire Wedding it would probably be an Ironic Renaissance Faire Wedding. Or a Harlem Renaissance Wedding (not ironic). Speaking of irony, I am all about the Ironic/Awkward Engagement Photos.
Here are my ideas so far:
Me, Kurt, and all the pets in Ironic Snuggies. I might have to make Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle’s myself.
Ironic Renaissance Faire Engagement Photos
The two of us canoodling on the hood of Kurt’s Dodge Shadow. Hawt.
Looking off in the distance away from the camera in the same direction.
Me, wearing a Ring Pop on the all-important-finger. Kurt licking the Ring Pop.
Two words: matching haircuts.
Our cats dressed up like us. Because cats dressed like people is lose-bladder-control funny.
Something like this:
I’ll tell Kurt to start working on that ‘stache.
P.S. As a child of 90′s, I am allowed to have hazy ideas about irony. Thanks, Alanis.