Modern. Clean-lined. Simple. Those words could pretty much sum up my style. I sound so cool, right? I knew it. I practiced. No actually, I developed that style because working for pier1 for several years brainwashed me. Our store was the number one ranked in visual appeal in our region, and our manager, a finicky gaygaygay man, could spot an unrully tassle or thumbprinted water goblet at 100 paces. As I moved into my very first “grown up” apartment during the time that I worked for pier1, I cultivated my collection of “stuff” and evolved into a very finicky straightstraightstraight girl.
So when I moved in with my FI whose house was decorated by his ma (don’t even get me started), it literally broke the mold to merge our two households. Seriously. I broke things secretly so that they didn’t have to be displayed. I had to gradually weed out doilies, flowers, and mismatched candles for the first 47 days that we lived together. Now we’ve been living together for about a year and a half, and our collection of stuff has evolved with our relationship into a comfortable modern English countryhouse feel. Is that an official style? Now it is. Art Deco, Early Americana, Comfortable Modern English Country Feel…too long? Superfluous wordage is my trademark.
Anyhoo, what’s my point? The point is as we started to plan our wedding, my choices started off very modern, clean-lined, and simple. I was looking at tulips and orchids and square cut glass vases. I professed that I wanted little to no decoration throughout the wedding and on my person. I didn’t even want a veil or any jewelry or any detail on my dress so that my ring could stand out as my sole decoration.
Yesterday, I met my clean-lined adversary in the bracelet pictured above. I was sitting in my graduate class trying to pay attention to the current discussion entitled “What is a Document?” (Librarians are nerds, okay?), when my mind wandered and I started stalking the WeddingBee discussion board. An interesting thread on Etsy vendors led me to Noaki, a woman who sells STUNNING vintage jewelry. I saw the bracelet listing, and my heart did a little booty dance in my chest. I knew I had to have it. I haven’t wanted something so badly since I refused to leave the Playschool play house display at the local Toys R Us when I was three (Mom: It’s time to go! I’m leaving! Me: Okay, bye.) I bought it immediately so that I wouldn’t throw a full blown temper tantrum in the middle of my grad class. That would be embarassing.
It’s frilly, it’s pretty, my FI’s mom would probably approve. It’s my very first fancy-schmancy thing. And I love it. I haven’t even purchased my dress yet. I will either find a dress that “goes” with this bracelet, or so help me God, I will be walking down the aisle commando!