My parents have always been very attentive, endlessly supportive and very involved in all aspects of my life, for better or for worse. “You know,” my mother recalled recently in a wistful tone, “you always did keep a very nice day planner.”
So I knew the Save-the-Date color scheme would matter a great deal to everyone. But the decision had far greater ramifications than even I recognized. You see, it’s not just a decision about Save-the-Date colors. No. Would that it were so simple. This initial communication will dictate the color scheme for my entire wedding: flowers, linens — there’s no turning back.
I initially dreamt of red and gold: festive, strong, powerful – a bold statement about me, my fiancé and our life together.
“Red and gold? Like menus in a Chinese restaurant?” asked my mother.
OK, then. “How about blue and gold?”
“Are you a sailor announcing his triumphant return from a month at sea?” Maybe. If pressed.
Finally, this weekend my mother and I nixed gold writing entirely, in favor of champagne and celadon from the Twenty-First Century Bride’s Palette of Total Self-Involvement and Colors That Don’t Occur in Nature.
So there you have it.