I’ve never in my life seen/heard the word ‘tacky’ thrown around as much as I have as it pertains to weddings and wedding-related matters. Want some examples? Just search ‘tacky’ on the wedding bee discussion boards and you’ll discover an endless list of posts by anxious brides-to-be, petrified that their guests will judge them if they opt for a cash bar, balloons, origami flowers, or a potluck reception.
What happened to the whole “it’s your day” mentality when it comes to weddings? I don’t know about you, but if my BFF wanted me to wear a potato sack as a BM dress, I would work that potato sack with a mean pair of heels and a fierce updo and love every second. And though we all know I personally don’t want a brunch reception or a courthouse wedding, it’s not because I find these things tacky – it’s because these are things I simply do not want.
Read this letter sent in to the Los Angeles Times from a concerned mom. Seriously – WHO CARES whether or not friends or family think a belated reception is ‘proper?’ When did it become acceptable – even expected – to be so judgmental? I’m thoroughly confused as to why people feel justified to become etiquette police when it comes to other people’s weddings.
I went to two weddings this summer that were very different from one another. One was pretty elaborate – gorgeous venue, open bar, scrumptious food… and the other was in someone’s backyard and included homemade wedding cake, a friend of the family DJ’ing, a cooler full of sodas and beers, and a potluck (I brought a veggie and cheese platter – is that OK, etiquette cyber-police?). Both weddings were exactly what the couples wanted and both were beautiful and special. But sadly, I heard judgmental whispers at both affairs. So disappointing that “friends” and “family” can be so catty.
Brides-to-be, live your lives! If you want to send out e-save-the-dates, DO IT! Want to set up a honeymoon registry? GO FOR IT! A wedding on Halloween? TRICK OR TREAT! Obviously, I am not bent out of shape about being called tacky – I have been judged by perfect strangers behind computer screens since launching this blog. But I’d rather be called tacky than Mean Girls-esque. And I’d rather make my own decisions than consult Emily Post before my every move.
So, who’s in? Banish the word ‘tacky?’