:)
Well,
A lot has gone on since my last entry - which since I'm TOO lazy to check, I don't even know what it was about or when I wrote it. So I'm just going to assume that my last entry was before D-day.
That's right ladies and gentlebeans, I am officially, 100% married - and it didn't even hurt a bit! :)
I'd like to think that the wedding was a hit. I looked great (and while that's not the most modest thing for me to say, it is the honest to god truth, I looked WONDERFUL. My dress fit perfect, my headpiece was amazing and I was just so fucking happy - how could I NOT look good?)
My bridesmaids look fantabulous - I can't believe how many guests commented on their dresses and how it was wonderful that they all weren't wearing the same dress. And the colour! OMG the colour was STUNNING! It was like the PERFECT shade of burgundy - about the colour of a delicious merlot.
And from that marvelous colour - I worked the rest of the colour scheme, burgundies, burnt oranges, fuschia, yellow and cream. My mom was talking to our florist about a week after the wedding and she said they did three sets of wedding arrangements that day, and my flowers got the most compliments because of the bold colours and how well they complimented each other! Who knows, maybe THAT (design) is my calling? Since I've yet to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my (occupational) life...
The groomsmen were WOW, all black with a dash of colour in their burgundy ties. I honestly can't believe how beautiful it turned out - The food was great, the cake was to DIE for, hell even the hall matched my colour scheme! AND to top it all off, Sunny's whole family came to the ceremony AND the reception! It's like for once in our frickin' relationship the planets aligned and everything went smoothly.
As for the occupational comment - it is something I'm seriously mulling over, so if anyone has any comments/suggestions please share!
After the wedding, there was OF COURSE the honeymoon - we went to Montreal and for everyone out there that gave us the "dumbfuck" look and asked "why the hell are you going to montreal?" errrrrr, because it's in our frickin' country and it's an absolutely beautiful city! We took almost 300 pictures of the city alone!!!! It was just GAH! (in a good way) and the only thing we regret is that it was TOO short. *sighs* but c'est le vie!
The following weekend we went to visit with Sunny's family so that we could formally be intro'd as husband and wife into the family. It's funny how a piece of paper suddenly makes me "okay". I really shouldn't bitch, because it could be A LOT worse (like, ummm, they could still hate me because I'm white devil stealing their pure brown son). But it just confuses the hell outta me how suddenly after all the bullshit and pain and anger and resentment - I'm totally okay, because we're married. It's like they forget everything else before the day of the wedding! Oy! Craziness aside, it was a good weekend. The spent THREE FUCKING HOURS getting me dressed (yes, that is LONGER than it took me to get ready for the wedding) I got put into a sari (which they re-pleated and re-draped AT LEAST 10 times!) I gots a bindi (which I think was the 8th one they tried on me...and they still wanted to change it!) And while it sounds like I'm bitching, I'm really not - I'm in awe of how much it takes for them to get ready - and really I had a wonderful time as everyone hung around and made sure I looked fan-fucking-fabulous.
So, now I'm good daughter-in-law, and it's nice. Very nice, but confusing. I have one side trying to share their culture with me. And maybe share too much, when I'm there it's almost a given that at some point during the stay I'll wear Indian clothes. And once in awhile that's fine - really! - but everytime? I dunno, it's like they're making up for lost time AND trying to get their Indian bride all at the same time *sighs* There's one part of me that LOVES it! They're culture is *SO* different from mine that it is insanely fun learning new things about it - and yet I don't want to practice it! Because that's not me! And I'm *so* happy that they are willing to share their culture with me, but maybe it'd be nicer if they weren't so forceful?
I dunno, the only thing that I can really say is that it's confusing. Very confusing. It's very hard to maintain a sense of who I am when I'm being bombarded with who they are (and really, who they wish I were).
So I've taken to reading A LOT of Indo-american books as of late. And while it may not make sense, but I've found them to be VERY comforting. While I am not experiencing EXACTLY what the characters in these books are going thru, I do understand the pull of East vs. West. I am there, right now! I know his family wishes I were Indian, but they have gotten over it and are starting to embrace for who I am, however this is not being done without trying to add some Indian too me. And I can't help but wonder - at what cost? My parent's did a wonderful job raising me! What do they think of this? How is this going to make them feel - it's all so very complicated. And so, like I've said, I find these books comforting because while we aren't experiencing the EXACT same situations - it is similar enough to allow me to realize that there IS hope and there CAN be balance - I just have to find it.
And on that note, I must bid you adieu :)
A lot has gone on since my last entry - which since I'm TOO lazy to check, I don't even know what it was about or when I wrote it. So I'm just going to assume that my last entry was before D-day.
That's right ladies and gentlebeans, I am officially, 100% married - and it didn't even hurt a bit! :)
I'd like to think that the wedding was a hit. I looked great (and while that's not the most modest thing for me to say, it is the honest to god truth, I looked WONDERFUL. My dress fit perfect, my headpiece was amazing and I was just so fucking happy - how could I NOT look good?)
My bridesmaids look fantabulous - I can't believe how many guests commented on their dresses and how it was wonderful that they all weren't wearing the same dress. And the colour! OMG the colour was STUNNING! It was like the PERFECT shade of burgundy - about the colour of a delicious merlot.
And from that marvelous colour - I worked the rest of the colour scheme, burgundies, burnt oranges, fuschia, yellow and cream. My mom was talking to our florist about a week after the wedding and she said they did three sets of wedding arrangements that day, and my flowers got the most compliments because of the bold colours and how well they complimented each other! Who knows, maybe THAT (design) is my calling? Since I've yet to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my (occupational) life...
The groomsmen were WOW, all black with a dash of colour in their burgundy ties. I honestly can't believe how beautiful it turned out - The food was great, the cake was to DIE for, hell even the hall matched my colour scheme! AND to top it all off, Sunny's whole family came to the ceremony AND the reception! It's like for once in our frickin' relationship the planets aligned and everything went smoothly.
As for the occupational comment - it is something I'm seriously mulling over, so if anyone has any comments/suggestions please share!
After the wedding, there was OF COURSE the honeymoon - we went to Montreal and for everyone out there that gave us the "dumbfuck" look and asked "why the hell are you going to montreal?" errrrrr, because it's in our frickin' country and it's an absolutely beautiful city! We took almost 300 pictures of the city alone!!!! It was just GAH! (in a good way) and the only thing we regret is that it was TOO short. *sighs* but c'est le vie!
The following weekend we went to visit with Sunny's family so that we could formally be intro'd as husband and wife into the family. It's funny how a piece of paper suddenly makes me "okay". I really shouldn't bitch, because it could be A LOT worse (like, ummm, they could still hate me because I'm white devil stealing their pure brown son). But it just confuses the hell outta me how suddenly after all the bullshit and pain and anger and resentment - I'm totally okay, because we're married. It's like they forget everything else before the day of the wedding! Oy! Craziness aside, it was a good weekend. The spent THREE FUCKING HOURS getting me dressed (yes, that is LONGER than it took me to get ready for the wedding) I got put into a sari (which they re-pleated and re-draped AT LEAST 10 times!) I gots a bindi (which I think was the 8th one they tried on me...and they still wanted to change it!) And while it sounds like I'm bitching, I'm really not - I'm in awe of how much it takes for them to get ready - and really I had a wonderful time as everyone hung around and made sure I looked fan-fucking-fabulous.
So, now I'm good daughter-in-law, and it's nice. Very nice, but confusing. I have one side trying to share their culture with me. And maybe share too much, when I'm there it's almost a given that at some point during the stay I'll wear Indian clothes. And once in awhile that's fine - really! - but everytime? I dunno, it's like they're making up for lost time AND trying to get their Indian bride all at the same time *sighs* There's one part of me that LOVES it! They're culture is *SO* different from mine that it is insanely fun learning new things about it - and yet I don't want to practice it! Because that's not me! And I'm *so* happy that they are willing to share their culture with me, but maybe it'd be nicer if they weren't so forceful?
I dunno, the only thing that I can really say is that it's confusing. Very confusing. It's very hard to maintain a sense of who I am when I'm being bombarded with who they are (and really, who they wish I were).
So I've taken to reading A LOT of Indo-american books as of late. And while it may not make sense, but I've found them to be VERY comforting. While I am not experiencing EXACTLY what the characters in these books are going thru, I do understand the pull of East vs. West. I am there, right now! I know his family wishes I were Indian, but they have gotten over it and are starting to embrace for who I am, however this is not being done without trying to add some Indian too me. And I can't help but wonder - at what cost? My parent's did a wonderful job raising me! What do they think of this? How is this going to make them feel - it's all so very complicated. And so, like I've said, I find these books comforting because while we aren't experiencing the EXACT same situations - it is similar enough to allow me to realize that there IS hope and there CAN be balance - I just have to find it.
And on that note, I must bid you adieu :)