To each his own. To me my own.

Can’t we all just blend in??

As a kid, I always remember hearing the term “stick out like a sore thumb”. It’s probably a southern saying. I truly believe that tidbit of terminology somehow got permanently embedded in my brain.

I’ve never dealt well with being the center of attention. Even my color choices in attire reflect this – the vast majority of my closet consists of grays, blacks and basic earth tones (with the exception of my beloved Bob Marley shirt). A huge part of my comfort zone has always been to ‘blend’. Years ago when my ex-husband and daughter threw me a surprise birthday party, I felt both embarrassed and awkward that those people were there solely for me. It’s pretty difficult to blend in that type of situation.

Soon I will experience another first in my life – trying on wedding dresses for the first time. It seems funny to me that at my age, I’ve never experienced this.

I’m for sure starting to feel the pressure of planning a wedding and the attention that comes along with it. The associate at the bridal gown store told me over the phone “This night will be all about you!”, to which my stomach immediately tightened upon hearing. I don’t like hearing something, anything, will be all about me. Is this weird?

Now I find myself questioning my own judgement of having a full-blown wedding. Don’t get me wrong – I’m super excited, I just wish there was a way to pass the attention factor on to someone else. I’m gonna have to find a way to suck it up for a day and put this weird-ass feeling aside. Pardon my language, but I simply cannot find a more descriptive word for this mentality of mine.

Just plain weird-ass.

Speaking of, have I mentioned we’re hiring police security for our wedding? A whole ‘nother blog…

:D

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7 responses

  1. I found my dress online, went to the store and tried it on, and was out of there in a few minutes. Phew!

    June 19, 2013 at 1:24 pm

    • That’s the way to go, Thoughtsy! I have a handful picked out too, they’ll have ‘em ready when I get there. :)

      June 19, 2013 at 2:48 pm

  2. ~Mom

    You probably got that from me. :-)

    June 19, 2013 at 1:53 pm

    • The saying ‘stick out like a sore thumb’ or the weird-ass feeling of wanting to blend? Probably both, huh? LOL!!

      June 19, 2013 at 2:50 pm

  3. ~Mom

    Both for sure! Only difference, I have to have some color in my wardrobe. But it’s a matter of preference, I suppose!

    June 19, 2013 at 5:46 pm

  4. Wow Bon. This could’ve been about me, except the wedding dress part. Although… But seriously, my friends wante to throw me a huge soire for my fortieth. I put my foot down and said no for exactly the same reasons. If you ever find a cure for it, let me know.

    Maybe you shouldn’t think of it as an “all about you” event, but an “all about us.” Safety in numbers?

    June 19, 2013 at 6:29 pm

    • I absolutely love this, Dave… a great way to look at it. Now I’m wondering if I could get Keith in that dress! :D

      June 20, 2013 at 10:58 am

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