The minute I got engaged, everyone started asking, "Aren't you SOOOO excited?!" The truth squished the joy right out of their faces. "Um, not so much," I replied. The truth of the matter is, weddings suck. Unless someone with a bottomless wallet is paying for it and you both have friends and family that truly want to see you happy more than they want to see their own fantasies played out or their own rules of ettiquette adhered too, you're in for at least a year of gritting your teeth and lowering your expectations.
I had seen enough of my friends go through it before me to know what I was in for. I also knew that I would be fronting the bill almost exclusively on my own and thanks to an Irish Catholic family that humped like rabbits on my mom's side, and chronic divorce and remarrying on my father's, I was looking at an invite list that consisted of 75 people, cut off right after first cousins and not including dates for anyone.
My fiance was coming over from England and so was his family. In order to make transportation easy for them, I was looking at having a wedding in NYC for no less than 90 people. My budget was $10,000.
This blog is all about my journey to finance a dream wedding on a shoestring that didn't look like I cut any corners and to highlight the wonderful few who helped me get there.