Details, Red Necks, and Tussy Mussies

In seriously planning anything there is a school of thought that it is the details that matter. Then there  are the devils in those details. My DH is a stickler for details. He also is famous for getting lost in the minutia. 

We only have 4 months to plan and execute my daughter's wedding and I am a believer in doing something right. But, I am also a believer that everyone should still be talking when it is all over. Life's just not worth stressing out over things you cannot do anything about.

For instance, my DH insisted we have formal invitations. Check. Done. Easy to satisfy him on that one.  He also wanted attention paid to the flowers. Every time we talked about the budget, he asked about the flowers. I assured him that I felt very good about the flowers.

His attitude on the other things has been "I want to know what is going on to make sure it is being done right." I guess he fears that he is going show up that evening and find himself at an episode of CMT's "My Big Red Neck Wedding". 

He has nothing to fear. That is not going to happen - if I have anything to do with it. If Elvis or camouflage is involved, I can assure him he is at the wrong wedding. But, I digress.

I will go in his office and start telling him about where we stand with the band or the caterer, he will become very exasperated. "And, why do I need to know this." "I just don't want you to be in the dark with any of the details." "I do not have the patience for this." 

At lunch last week, I was telling him about finally finding someone to play the trumpet for the processional. He stopped eating. "You did what?" "Well, I didn't think you wanted to get into all this." Then I went into the details. Suddenly I was questioned about how many people I had interviewed and was I getting demo tapes from different artists. Did I understand that my failure to take this task seriously could ruin the entire wedding? 

I had nightmares all night about some twelve year old showing up with his trumpet, playing off key, and missing that critical high note. Or, worse yet sounding like a duck call. And, every time he played the tune over and over I watched all our guests flinch. Yes, I had ruined the entire wedding. What was I thinking? The next morning I discussed this with my daughter, who said I was being ridiculous. OK, if she was OK, I could rest - for a while.

Then the tussy mussies came in for the mothers. I was excited and before I took them to be engraved and then to the florist I showed them to my DH. "Why are you showing me these?" "I thought you would be interested in seeing them since they are part of the flowers. I was really pleased with them when they arrived." The roll of his eyes dismissed me. 

That night at dinner, he asked me, "What the heck is a Tussy Mussy any way?" "They are silver  . . ." He cut me off, "Never mind, I don't know why I asked." Ah, the devil the details.