Your seat, madam.

You all know that lovely moment at the reception where you finally find your assigned table? And you get to put your stuff down and talk to people you know and make friends with people you don't? I like that moment. I like that moment because it means you get to eat soon (80% of the weddings I've been to have been full Catholic masses and those suckers make me HUNGRY), you get to talk to people that are important to the family, you get to eat cake, and you get to eventually shake your groove thing (if you're into that).

Unless the tables aren't assigned. The tables don't have a "reserved" sign for the family tables so the selfish person gets to sit right next to the bride, and her mom is back near the bathroom. You let all the groups of friends choose their tables first since you don't know a soul there and you end up sitting with the most awkward person at the wedding; the one who may or may not have attached firecrackers to their cats back... and then lit them. Or feeds ham to llamas. I hate that feeling. Not knowing where to go, what to do, or who to sit with and not knowing a single person.

I usually end up sitting with someone like this

I wanted more than anything to avoid forcing that feeling on our guests. But then I got stressed out about what to use for escort cards. I didn't get stressed out about what tables people should at and with whom. I was much, MUCH more concerned about how they were going to get there. For some reason, I had it in my head that this was the MOST important part of the reception, the detail that every single person would judge. Here are just some of the options I considered:

We both love typewriters...
And corkboards...


This is from one of Mrs. Lipgloss posts! I liked how modern it looked.


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This one was probably my favorite. That little jar is SO cute! And we both love to cook.

None of these are the one I chose, but they were all very serious contenders. At one point, I had 274 pictures of escort card examples in my computer file named "escort cards"... I wish I were kidding, but I was that obsessed. And not a single one seemed to work, because none of them were "personal enough". I let this one detail try to dictate the whole personality of our wedding, and it drove me to tears many, many times. But not a single second while I was fretting did I stop to think that this wedding is personal because it's mine. This is our marriage, our wedding, and because we made certain choices, the wedding will show us and our personalities in it. I stopped worrying and ta-da! The idea came to me one night before I went to bed. And I'll share it... in my next post!

Did any detail of your planning almost derail you completely? How did you deal with it? And how obsessed were you til you figured out a solution?