No peek sneaking

Posted by Cindy in Weddings.

So, I read Sara’s last blog. For those of you who don’t know this, Sara and I work together. I’m one of those people who was shocked at her sneak peeking and scolded her for looking at her registries a few months ago. I mean, that takes half of the fun out of it. For her work shower, her boss even had to go so far as to request that the store not place the item as fulfilled on her registry until after we had it in fear of her finding out about what she got beforehand.

As a fellow bride-to-be, I know about the amount of planning that goes into a wedding. You plan the smallest detail – I mean, you even choose the presents you get. Why not wait and see what’s left after the wedding?

With about two months left and a shower that still hasn’t been had (the wedding kind mind you), I’ll admit it – I’m dying to sneak my own peeks.

There’s definitely something subversive about it – I totally feel like Santa’s not going to let me have Christmas this year. And if we equate my mom to Santa, it just may be true. I don’t know when my shower is and my mom has already threatened to cancel it if I peek at my registries. I think she’s mostly worried that I’ll figure out when the shower is based on when most of my choices disappear – silly me for telling her that’s how I was going to figure it out.

Will anyone know if I peek? No, not unless I tell them, so really, what’s the difference? The real problem is me. I won’t do it because I said I wouldn’t – damned honesty complex.

But will someone please tell me if they bought me the garment steamer I added after Sara got it at her shower – I really need to know.

And to continue filching off of Sara’s entry, here are some of my Wedding Commandments:

Thou shalt not tell the bride she’s starting turning into a Bridezilla. This will only make certain that the metamorphosis completes itself right when she is deciding what color eye shadow would look best on you. Electric blue goes well with wine colored dresses – yes?

Thou shalt not ask the bride what the hell happened to her face after she’s been in the sun for too long. Reminding her she looks like a tomato does not help the situation. Nor does smirking at her when you see her face again the next morning.

Thou shalt not ask the bride when she’s going to start having (more) babies.

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