Last night, I became wrapped up in my project-sorting through old Martha Stewart Weddings, In-Style Weddings and Modern Brides that I've stored. Carefully finding the dogeared pages, cleanly cutting them out, marking them with labels lest I forget why I saved them, then filing them into my alphabetized wedding hanging file box.
Yes. My wedding file.
This is about the dirtiest of all dirty secrets I might possibly possess. I have a wedding file box, which I keep stashed behind the pasta and canned goods in my kitchen cabinet. Not married, not engaged, not planning a wedding anytime soon. It's disgusting, isn't it?
Somehow, last night the hours flew and time escaped me. Suddenly I heard keys fiddling at my door...I fumbled frantically to hide the evidence that I'd frittered away five hours filing photos of cake toppers and centerpieces. But it was too late. The door opened and there I was...like the fat kid in the ice cream at 2am. Spoon in the carton and freezer hanging open. Only with clippings sorted by subject and alphabetical hanging files.
...and all I could manage to let out was a weak, "Don't judge me!"
Please tell me I'm not alone. Did you or do you keep a wedding file??