Once upon a Vera Wang dress
Cut and paste away the V-day blues
By: Courtney Beardsworth
This Valentine’s Day, I’m single. But instead of inflicting that stereotypical single’s night on myself complete with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, a marathon of sappy romantic comedies, a bottle of wine and the saddest songs on my iPod, I’m going to defeat Hallmark.
I plan on driving to the closest bookstore and pillaging through the bridal magazines until I find the best ones. OK, I know what you’re thinking—she’s going to spend the one day a year that reiterates the fact that it’s not alright to be alone to look through bridal magazines? Is she crazy or does she have a passion for pain? Well the answers to both are no. I’m going to try something a little bit different and tap into my creative energy. A few years ago I started a wish book. I cut out all the things that I wanted to have in my life and placed them in a little photo album. I put anything in there from a new MacBook or a BMW to things with a little more value like a stack of books (signifying the fact that I wanted to become well-read) or a woman meditating (showing my desire to be more in touch with my spiritual side). On this Valentine’s Day, I’m going to create my Wedding Wish Book.
The goal isn’t to plow through a box of tissues while I do this, but to have fun and indulge. Since it’s my dream wedding, cost won’t even be an issue. It’s going to be lavish and over the top. I’ll cut everything out from head to toe: the hairstyle, the earrings, the dress, the Christian Louboutin shoes, even a color swatch of the nail polish I think would match best. I’ll cut out ideas for invitations, name placeholders, rings, flowers, and bridesmaid dresses. I’ll even make a fake menu. Filet mignon topped with crab imperial? Red wine from France shipped over by the case? Sounds good to me!
I’ll write down songs that over the years I’ve always thought would make great choices for a wedding. I’ll even go as far as cutting out pictures of men in the ads who are just my type. “Introducing for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Klein ad.” I can just see us now arm in arm as we run through the shower of sparklers our guests are holding. I’m going to visualize the things that I want in my life instead of focusing on the things I don’t have. And maybe one day, I will meet Mr. Calvin Klein. We’ll eat off our Kate Spade china and live happily ever after.