Planning a wedding (and subsequent life together) requires a significant amount of decision making. And I haven’t even started dress shopping yet.
For Tim and I, some of the big decisions that probably stress other people out were incredibly simple for us. We were so fortunate to find a place we adored after only 2 days of looking, with an available date in our ideal three-week window. So fortunate that my parents were willing to meet us that day and check the place out themselves. In a window of about 5 hours, we suddenly were well on our way down the planning checklist.
Bridal party? Easy. Band? No brainer- we knew we wanted my friend Sheree’s band, just needed to figure out the details. Florist? First one we met, we loved. Photographer? Easy- we’ve already had such great experiences working with the lovely Amy of Focal Point Studios. And I’ve known my whole life I was
doomed destined to be married by our family friend & my childhood minister.
For me, the big decisions have always been the easiest. (Tim & I both share similar tendencies when it comes to acting on impulse.)
But when it comes to the details… that is another story. Details keep me up at night. I do not lie awake at night pondering questions of the universe… just trying to decide which size tote bag from L.L.Bean will hold everything but not be too cumbersome. Seriously. In addition to being very detail-oriented, I am a bit of a workaholic, am pretty much obsessed with organizing all aspects of life and work into Google doc spreadsheets, and I have the patience of a 5 year old on Christmas morning.
While Tim demonstrates complete acceptance of my somewhat-manic tendencies, I am getting the sense that there are some details he does not need to discuss in great length.
For instance: what color Kitchen Aid mixer should we register for? (And men everywhere retreat into their video game room).
Really, though. I’ve been mulling over the decision for weeks now. And Tim has joined the discussion with only a faint hint of impatience.
If you didn’t know, the Kitchen Aid stand mixer is the gold standard in home baking. In an Amazon review:
“325 watts of mixing power make child’s play of creaming butter, kneading dough, and whipping cream. Standing about 15 inches high, jutting out a foot, and weighing more than a grown woman’s bowling ball, this stand mixer isn’t the sort of appliance you’ll wipe down and put away.” — wow, right?
I have used my mother’s Kitchen Aid many times and let me tell you- the thing is built like a tank. And I do not feel I am over exaggerating when I say that a Kitchen Aid mixer will probably change my life. I love to bake, and Tim loves it when I bake, and I am so looking forward to ditching my hand held mixer for this piece of baking machinery in the near future (at the risk of sounding presumptuous, I am perfectly aware we may not receive this item off our registry… but I will be buying it anyway so the debate is still valid).
Were I living alone and making this purchase, my color of choice would come as no shock to friends and family:
So lovely, yes?
If I pressed the issue, I am sure Tim would not refuse to accept this lovely pink appliance (whose purchase benefits the Susan G. Komen Foundation) into our kitchen. In the spirit of partnership, however, I recognize this appliance (which will certainly remain exposed on our counter top) should match the kitchen decor we chose together.
Tim thinks we should get the Almond color.
Very practical. Goes with anything.
I say our stand mixer should make a statement. I say go big or go home. As a compromise, I present to you:
Like a pastel smiley-face emoticon.
It makes me smile. It matches our kitchen. (I love our yellow kitchen. It is bright and sunshiny. It is too small, but it is a cheerful place to cook).
To me, this Kitchen Aid says: “smile- it is sunny somewhere.” and “bake a cake with me right now.”
Today, we officially decided the Majestic Yellow KA will go on our registry. I will try not to change my mind (how pretty is the Pistachio color?)
Ultimately, this is a relatively meaningless detail. The lesson learned, however, is that making decisions as equal partners, and reaching a compromise that everyone is happy with, is well worth the discussion. (Even if the partner in the discussion is only half listening, doing the old ‘nod & smile’, and simultaneously slaying a dragon on his PS3).
I cannot wait to see this lovely mixing-machine in our kitchen. I am sure my cakes will taste so much better- partially because they will be blended by 325 watts of mixing power, and partially because they will be made with (here comes the cheese) love! Here is to perfect cupcakes, a long lasting kitchen appliance, and an even longer-lasting marriage, where miniscule details are only the subject of a blog post, and not a reason for sleepless nights.