I have wedding colors. They are sort of arbitrary. They say nothing about me. They say nothing about Collin. But so far, I’m glad I have them.
It’s worse than just having colors. I have colors and I can’t describe them without at least a complete sentence. I remember when I picked up my first wedding magazine I laughed my ass off at some editorial note about the important distinction between “tangerine” and “orange” and how one might look better with turquoise and the other might “pop” off lavender, or some such.
I have bought into that nonsense, and now I have wedding colors. Here’s how it happened:
If I have a “signature color” it is brown, but I don’t really want brown as a wedding color, for a very stupid reason: Collin’s sister got married last summer with her bridesmaids in brown, and I want our wedding to look different. There is that reason, and an even dumber reason, which is that I’m pretty sure if I asked The Knot they would tell me that brown is sooooooooooooooo five weddings ago. Embarrassing, yet still influential.
So when asked, and asked, and asked and asked what colors I was thinking about for the wedding, I started to say gold. Gold appeals to me for all the same reasons that brown does, but it has the bonus of being shiny and festive! People would nod and say, “gold and what?” I would try to change the subject.
Then I started to think about how I have a ton of people in the Bridal Hootenanny, and that I really want them to be identifiable as Guests of Honor, and also look good all standing near each other in the ceremony. I figured the best way to accomplish this would be to provide a color palette.
I asked Collin about his favorite color. “Blue. No, wait. Green. Mmmmm. Blue. But awesome blue, not lame blue.” I looked elsewhere for color guidance.
Martha Stewart told me I should love pink and gold together. I don’t. The Knot thinks yellow and gold are a “pretty color combo.” I think someone with a great eye for design could make yellow and gold look good together, but my eye for design has cataracts. Plus I suspect certain friends of mine would punch me in the face if I asked them to wear yellow. If yellow were spiritually important to me, I would probably risk the face punch. But I don’t care about yellow, at all, so I’m going in a different direction.
Although really, I don’t care about any colors. And yet, I’m about to describe the color palette for my wedding in enough characters you can just barely tweet it:
Our palette is mixed metallics, with an emphasis on gold and copper, with very little silver except as accents. Pewter is ok, as is bronze.
Do I have any emotional attachment to metallics? Nope. Will our guests learn something about us from the color scheme of our wedding? Maybe they will learn that we’re kind of lazy. I hope, however, that having this color scheme in mind will function as a heuristic for everything from invitations to bridesmaid/Bridal Hootenanny attire. And I hope that it makes everything look a little bit more “together” without requiring me to have any design skills.
So, do you have colors? Were they easy to pick, or did you find yourself putting on a blindfold and pulling crayons out of a box?