How I Planned Your Wedding

Marrying Daisy Bellamy

Marrying Daisy Bellamy is a new "Lakeshore Chronicles" story. Trust me, you will like it. I worked my ass off on that book and if you don't like it, I'm going to shoot myself. How I Planned Your Wedding is the book I wish I’d had when I got started. The other wedding planning books I consulted when Elizabeth got engaged were filled with checklists and to-do lists and etiquette and how to behave. They made me want to hit myself in the head with a hammer. 

So Elizabeth and I decided that rather than kill each other, we should write about the experience. The result is a funny, honest, coarse, emotional story of a mother and daughter navigating their way through life’s sweetest celebration. I hope you’ll enjoy this funny, fast read. I guarantee, you’ll see a little of yourself in it, whether or not you’ve every planned a wedding. 

Here are just a few pointers...

1. Be your daughter's best friend. When she gets overwhelmed, give her a cup of tea (or maybe something stronger) and say "there, there..." Her life is changing, but you'll always be her mom.

2. Trust your daughter and her fiance to make the best choices. Keep an open mind and an open heart. And a healthy sense of humor.

3. Don't try to do it all. Just do what you're good at, even if it's gluing googly eyes on centerpieces or making balloon animals. Let professionals do what they're best at. Having the right wedding planner is like having a spare left brain.

4. You'll be tempted to focus on details--seating charts, travel plans, wardrobe, décor...Keep your eye on the prize. The goal is to have a wonderful celebration of a magnificent new love. Everything else is just...details. Stop and enjoy the moment--the humor, the love, the excitement and the gift of seeing friends and family together at this joyous celebration.

5. Buy a really great dress that doesn't clash with the wedding party. Buy shoes that make you want to dance, and get a professional to do your hair and makeup on the big day. You have my permission to NOT go on a diet, and to NOT wear those horrible undergarments that suck everything in. 

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