Planning Woes & Decision Blows

It has been brought to my attention that on countable occasions Jordan has published how she feels about marrying a designer, and alluded to it as "being hard work." Reference here and here.

I'd like to reciprocate the sentiment by saying that marrying a NON-DESIGNER is barely effable. That's right—effable.

You would think being a designer would qualify you for some slack, a vote of confidence or at least the benefit of the doubt when it comes to things that relate. Designers have vision, imagination, they see the big picture and are constantly building with color, texture, imagery and type to visually communicate and evoke emotional responses or some kind of action through their designs, regardless of the medium. We are always drawing inspiration from, and spend countless hours staying up to date on current trends encompassing art, fashion, film, music, architecture, design, culture and society as a whole.

So why is it that my illustrious bride-to-be labels me as being "hard to work with" concerning our efforts about planning our wedding?

Is it because when she speaks I listen and believe that what she says she means? Like when she says, "I love this dress," and for me to agree after looking at all the options, only to hear her profusely recant and even deny her previous statement, rebuking the said dress all-together?! To which I respond saying; marrying a crazy person is hard work.

Is it because she forgets when we find and agree on a compromise? Like when she didn't want to wear any type of heeled shoes for the wedding because she said she'd "sink" into the grass and I agreed and even urged her to find a cute pair of flats that would better suit the circumstances. To which she jumped repeatedly for joy yelling, "really! really! I'd LOVE that!" Only to completely forget our compromise conversation, ignore her self established wedding shoe criteria of no heels and go against my professed hatred for small heeled shoes by buying a pair of small heeled strappies—openly publishing on her blog that they, "wont sink FAR into the grass." Plus they weren't even close to the deep yellow color of our wedding. To which I respond saying; marrying Attention Deficit Disorder is hard work.

Is it because she isn't use to someone telling her, her idea sucks? Like when she wanted to designate pastel blue, green and yellow as our wedding colors...so it looked like we were one hidden hard boiled egg short of an a 5 year olds Easter egg party. To which I respond saying; marrying the Easter Bunny is hard work.

Therefore if marrying a designer is hard work, then marrying a non-designer is damn near a midlife crises. But the truth of the matter is that love is hard work. And marrying love is even harder work. And if I have to endure the hard work of a midlife crisis to marry the love of my life...bring it. I LOVE that crazy, A.D.D., Easter Bunny of a girl, and will fight to get her the best things and experiences in life that I can design and provide for her. Even if I'm up against Ms. Non-Designer herself.