I am linking up with Williams-Sonoma today to talk about love and marriage, and this little bonus:
The Wedding Registry!! Yippeeeeeee!!!
How to Sign up for Some Serious Loot for Your Registry While Not Wanting to Taze Your Sweet Husband-to-Be In the Process
The hubster and I have been married now some six years* or so. We still like to think of ourselves as newlyweds. He still searches me out across a crowded room. I still blush when he looks my way.
Of course, most of the searching is because he wants help with taking our two boys to the potty. Often I am blushing because I feel premenstrual and my hormones are on attack mode.
But, you know, the magic is there. It is. It’s just buried under two loads of laundry and the cat. But I swear, it’s THERE SOMEWHERE.
Those many years ago, when I had ambushed him, and we were heading towards wedded bliss, we ventured out together for a one of the most momentous events in our lives as a couple:
Gun zap wedding registration!
You know the drill, you married folk. You get together and walk into the store, all giggly and hand-holdy, and some poor store clerk tries to explain how to work the registration gun of bliss, and you don’t really listen, because your sweetie is holding your hand, and sometimes you just like standing next to him because he smells so goooooood, and this is going to be fun fun FUN!
And it is. For about ten minutes.
And then, if you’re like me (bless your heart if you are) you get bored. And also, you realize you don’t really need a crossbow and target (because you decided to start in the back of the store and work to the front). In fact, you don’t really need anything in the Sports and Outdoors section of this large store, but that’s when you hear these fated words from the increasingly annoying husband-to-be:
“We have a gun that ZAPS things! Honey! Lookit! I. Must. ZAP IT ALLLLLL!!”
I was trying to sneak a plastic mallard decoy back to the shelf, and I glared at him. He looked kinda like this:
Or maybe it was more like:
I do see the irony now, that we started in the Weapons of Mass Destruction section of the store, because the man was on a serious mission now to dispatch the entire store into our registry. ALL of it. From bicycle pumps to WD-40.
And who doesn’t need a little extra WD-40 around the house? Why NOT register for it?
IT’S JUST WRONG, that’s why. That’s all I am going to say about that.
Except, that day, in that store, while I watched my fine-analysis future husband as he was reading the ingredient listing on TRAIL MIX, I did NOT stop at “This is just wrong.” My hubs-to-be got a full view of how his wife-to-be reacts when I don’t agree with something. I must explain, in full detail and with subheadings and some black and white illustrations, how I am always right.
I know. Who wouldn’t want to marry that?
Don’t worry. It all turned out OK. We went ahead with the marriage because, well, I still thought he was cute and all.
And we loved each other like crazy.
If you would like to survive the registry without a meltdown in the automotive aisle (and yes, you can put Pennzoil on the list, if you like, but only if you want me to follow you around in your head with a lecture), follow this simple list.
Here’s how to Keep the Romance in the Registry:
1. Take a minute and look over your stuff. Take an informal survey. Does your betrothed have a toaster? Do you own a great coffee maker? Do you really need to register, then, for a coffee maker that also makes toast and sings the “Good Morning” song from Singin’ in the Rain? Probably not. (Although, seriously? This item does sound kinda awesome.)
2. Go ahead and register for a toaster, however, if the betrothed has not ever cleaned his, and the last time he used it was to kill a cockroach. In it. Don’t ask.
3. Actually make a list of needs and wants beforehand. If you’re all, “But, that’s not fun! That’s not romantic! We just need to be relaxed about this! Lists are for people who have given up on spontaneity!” Just stop it. Lists are helpful. They are not the Ten Commandments, people. You can still STRAY from the list, but think of it as a way to not try hitting your sweet fiance over the head with a large pack of M and M’s (“But honey! They are so good! And healthy! There’s peanuts in there! Someone is sure to get them for us!” Someone did.)
4. Allow for silliness. Go ahead and allow the goofy for a few items. Register for a game of Operation, and let him register for the M and M’s. Think this ratio: 60% needed, 30% wanted, 12% weirdness.
Allow yourself a moment to realize that this ratio also works a lot for marriage in general.
5. Consider your match. Test him. Use the following terms in casual conversation: “duvet covers,” and “full place setting with charger.” If your spousal-other only blinks rapidly in consternation, you have some work to do. Start slow. Discuss matching towels and go from there. Whatever you do, DON’T bring up “monogrammed linens.” and “bamboo salt cellars.” It might make his head explode.
If you are both a bit lost, look up stores that you love, and peruse their goods for places to start.
Wander over to Williams-Sonoma wedding registry site for some great ideas and inspiration.
And remember: Relax and consider that monogrammed linens are not the end result here. They are just frosting on the glorious, yummy marriage cake!
A cozy, happy, loving home for two is the main idea. But the registry is a great place to start frosting your future cake of love, people.
* Incidentally, my sweet prince just interrupted to let me know that we have been married eight years. Not six. Yep. The romance is clearly still alive. Just not my long-term memory.
“Frosting your future cake of love….” Am I the only one who thinks that phrase sounds like it SHOULD mean something naughty, even if it doesn’t??
Heh heh heh. 🙂
Silliness is the key. I was 34 and she was divorced and 29. We had everything. We had nice things (well, she had nice things–I had things to donate to the Shepard’s Staff Thrift Store). So yeah, the fancier than I would by myself family tent, the deluxe edition of Clue, and a handful of Wii games populated our registry. Way more fun. Also, we were thanful for the cash which created so many impulse buys on our honeymoon. So did HE get to help with the baby registry? I lost phaser rights shortly after I scanned the R2D2 diaper bin.
OH MY GOODNESS. An R2D2 Diaper Bin?? That is awesome.
And no.. i don’t even think he knew there was a baby registry. 🙂