Have Your Cake....

I am currently in the middle of planning a wedding.

This is basically a full-time job if you were not aware.

Trying to balance all the planning and appointments with school and the job that actually pays me is quite the juggling act.

Now, through this whole process I promised myself that I would not be a bridezilla in any way, shape, or form. I wanted the planning process to be a pleasant one, that my mother and I could look back upon with found memories.

Don't get me wrong though, my refusal to be a bridezilla does not mean that I don't care how everything turns out.

Quite the opposite is true actually, I have had a very specific idea of how I want my wedding for a very long time and they are not changing anytime soon.

I knew exactly what I wanted for my dress, colors, flowers, invitations, music, food, and reception. 

Yes, I was that girl who started planning her wedding before she even completed her first year of middle school.

I am not ashamed to admit it, and to be honest it has made planning the wedding easier.

However, there was one thing that somehow escaped the 'dream wedding' fantasy of my twelve-year-old imagination.

The cake. 

As I daydreamed about cutting the wedding cake alongside my handsome prince, I somehow left out the part about what the cake actually looked like.

Shocking, I know. 

My irresponsible lack of vision in this department has left me in quite the predicament.

I don't know what I want. 

This is a brand new territory for me.

I know that I want something beautiful, classy, and traditional that will match the rest of the wedding and that I don't want one of those brightly-colored, topsy-turvy, cartoonish cakes that could easily be mistaken for a seven-year old's birthday cake. 

That is about it.

I am lost when it come to pan shapes, frostings, number of tiers, flavors, patterns, embellishments, details, monograms, edible flowers, everything.

Come to find out, not only to you have to design a task, but you also have to design everything that goes around, beneath, and on top of this overpriced culinary creation.

Sigh.

I met with the fabulously talented lady who will be making my cake and was able to pull together a plan for this cake.

It was pretty and I thought I was content.

However, after an intense, wedding detail soul searching that occurred when I couldn't sleep at three o'clock in the morning last week, I decided that I did not like it anymore.

It was not what I wanted to cut into on the happiest day of my life after all.

So I now have to go back to square one and try to figure out what I really do want.

Wedding blogs be warned. This is going to be a long process.

Sigh.

Good thing it's a woman's prerogative to change her mind right?

Wish me luck