registering...
Registering for your wedding is supposed to be a joy-filled time of walking throughout the store and scanning items to your heart's desire. Before I ever had the chance to register myself I invisioned this moment as one of those skipping through the store, holding hands, laughing and easy-going about to be married moments. I had always been envious of couples being able to shop till they drop and then have all their friends and family buy them whatever they wanted. I always thought this unfair to the single person...do they not need dishes or pots and pans just as much as married folk? Registering seemed like bliss, the easy way...
This is not the case.
There was some laughing, but mostly by the end I just wanted to get it over with. I had a massive headache and felt like if Rocky and I had to debate another dish pattern that I would just go psycho bride on him and just run out of the store screaming. Never in your life are you asked to design your entire house all at once as you are asked to do before you are married. Especially for the couple (ahem!) that doesn't even know where they are living post-wedding and can't plan around their two-bedroom house with large kitchen, etc.
Since we are looking on moving to New York City, most likely Rocky and I will be living in a studio apartment somewhere glamorous like Brooklyn or Queens and half the stuff that we racked our brains registered for will be kindly stored away in my parent's attic until we come into a small fortune that would allow us the luxury of actual square footage in the greater New York City area, and if we're really lucky...maybe New Jersey!
I suppose that this is still a better option than relying on your friends and family to choose random bunches of gifts for you and your house looks like the Salvation Army store instead of a well thought out moment of brilliance in interior design. But registering is exhausting. I mean seriously, how many cheese grater options does one really need? My thought process went something like this with regards to items of excess like gourmet cheese graters: 1. does it grate cheese? 2. What else do you have to ask...seriously it's a freakin' cheese grater! I don't need a cheese grater with teflon or with designer chef signatures, I need a cheese grater that grates cheese (that is if I actually cook anything that requires grated cheese...okay, that's if I ever cook!). Asking my friends and family to purchase a designer cheese grater that costs the same amount as feeding a small country for a day just doesn't strike me as necessary. So I tried to keep it simple. Grates cheese? Check. Moving on. But it was like this for every item...paper towel holders, dish drainers...and don't even get me started on bathroom soap dispensers! For a person that hates making choices (that's me) registering was not the dream come true that I had invisioned.
So here's to hoping that we get the stuff that we really need and that when we open up all of our heartfelt and thoughtful gifts from our wedding guests that we won't look at each other and think...did we register for this deluxe food dehydrator?
This is not the case.
There was some laughing, but mostly by the end I just wanted to get it over with. I had a massive headache and felt like if Rocky and I had to debate another dish pattern that I would just go psycho bride on him and just run out of the store screaming. Never in your life are you asked to design your entire house all at once as you are asked to do before you are married. Especially for the couple (ahem!) that doesn't even know where they are living post-wedding and can't plan around their two-bedroom house with large kitchen, etc.
Since we are looking on moving to New York City, most likely Rocky and I will be living in a studio apartment somewhere glamorous like Brooklyn or Queens and half the stuff that we racked our brains registered for will be kindly stored away in my parent's attic until we come into a small fortune that would allow us the luxury of actual square footage in the greater New York City area, and if we're really lucky...maybe New Jersey!
I suppose that this is still a better option than relying on your friends and family to choose random bunches of gifts for you and your house looks like the Salvation Army store instead of a well thought out moment of brilliance in interior design. But registering is exhausting. I mean seriously, how many cheese grater options does one really need? My thought process went something like this with regards to items of excess like gourmet cheese graters: 1. does it grate cheese? 2. What else do you have to ask...seriously it's a freakin' cheese grater! I don't need a cheese grater with teflon or with designer chef signatures, I need a cheese grater that grates cheese (that is if I actually cook anything that requires grated cheese...okay, that's if I ever cook!). Asking my friends and family to purchase a designer cheese grater that costs the same amount as feeding a small country for a day just doesn't strike me as necessary. So I tried to keep it simple. Grates cheese? Check. Moving on. But it was like this for every item...paper towel holders, dish drainers...and don't even get me started on bathroom soap dispensers! For a person that hates making choices (that's me) registering was not the dream come true that I had invisioned.
So here's to hoping that we get the stuff that we really need and that when we open up all of our heartfelt and thoughtful gifts from our wedding guests that we won't look at each other and think...did we register for this deluxe food dehydrator?
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