Why in the lord is it necessary to pick wedding colors?  I can’t help but feels this is a weird matchy-matchy hangover from the preppy 80s.  Pink and green, people, pink and green.  I just don’t think every wedding should be designed like a tennis club or a boutique hotel.  Repetition of theme does not equal thoughtfulness.  Unfortunately, uniformity of colors and perfect rows of escort cards just make me think of fascism.  No doubt this is my problem. 

I totally understand the desire to have a plan, a scheme.  A wedding is a production, an artistic production, it takes planning and you want to keep yourself on track.  But trust yourself and your eye!  If you selected each element separately—is that so bad?  You want a narrative?  How about a color story?  Stories involve evolution and change.  How about before and after?  How about you do whatever makes you and yours happy and screw the rest?

Somehow in our desire to be individual, we can lose all individualism completely.  Just FYI: I certainly am not tracking to see if the pattern on the ceremony program matched the save the date cards matched the bridesmaids gift cards.  If this matters to you, knock yourself out.  But if you don’t, just so you know, that’s cool.