Jacinta in the wedding pit

Ok, so it's been a while... and Jacinta has been doing some growing up. She is still speaking in the third person, being bohemian and nonchalant though perhaps slightly hung up on the fact that the internet took her old posts down due to offensiveness (or something like that). Made her feel pretty darn splintery I can tell you. 

Last time I was here I was a heartbroken, sobbing (pathetic actually) mess and was writing angry things about men and eating bowls of disappointment each morning for breakfast. Fast-forward a few short years and I'm marrying a ken-doll-look-alike-prince-charming-type man in a little under 5 months. True flipping story. #thingsarelookingup

So, alas, true love has made me soppy (and a bit less sarcastic) but I have my moments of clarity and organising a wedding seems to be one of them. Why is it that a celebration of love causes other humans to want to eff you directly in the bottom with ridiculous prices for quite basic things? 

Me in my bohemian clothing refreshing my eye with half an orange whilst planning a nonchalant, effortless (expensive) wedding. As you do.

For example; I found this amazing house ... cool-without-even-trying and 'very me' (insert narcissistic over inflation of self image here) in Byron Bay. Said house was a pricey, but reasonable $1500 per night (yes, we are in Australia so we do understand that money in exchange for goods and services is unrealistically expensive). But then.... when I mentioned it was a wedding there came an additional $7000 'Venue hire fee'. For the same house with no additional goods or services included. 

Just spend a moment digesting that because it leads me to the all-important summary of this post: 

Weddings are money pits designed to make others rich and the in-love people poor, thus testing their relationship right from the start. 

Well played commercialism. Gets us every time.