It's way late, and I'm up finishing touches for Kerri & Chico's big fall extravaganza tomorrow (pictures that will be worth checking in for...the room already looks amazing!). I grant that I'm a little slap-happy after 7 hours on site today, but I think it's inspired me.
You see, I was pondering one of my biggest questions for tomorrow - how will I set up the place card table - when I realized that a life defined by creative avoidance of all things "Math" is bringing me right back to the heart of my nemesis.
- I am always miscalculating the amount of ribbon I need for any event. For example, I have 10 rolls of useless copper orange ribbon sitting on my computer desk at the moment, while I'm meticulously rationing my chocolate grosgrain. I will someday write a book about the joys and mishaps of full-service planning titled "Another Weekend Searching for Ribbon" or something equally pithy.
- Yesterday I actually looked up the formula for calculating the circumference of a circle (then I looked up "Pi" because I am that lame) in order to determine how many placecards to put in each "ring" around the table tomorrow and what margin I should leave between cards.
- Don't even get me started on budget projections, totals "plus plus", gratuities, taxes, wages, time allotments, ad space, alcohol quantities, table specs, tent specs, wattage and amperage, room dimensions, capacity, and more. An advanced degree in physics, accounting and calculus would make this job a breeze!
And you thought wedding coordinators just played with flowers and ate cake!
I started high school wanting to be a marine biologist (after some inspirational trip to Sea World, no doubt). I planned to attend the University of the South Pacific in Fiji (no, I've never been to Fiji...), and then do advanced studies at UC San Diego. I even went to Sea Camp TWO summers in a row.
I also skipped fifth grade which is evidently when my generation learned fractions. That's a setback I didn't feel I could overcome, and when I found out that MATH would be required to become a marine biologist, I reset my sights, ultimately chose a scenic college (don't worry, W&M ultimately put me in my place) and an "easy" major (my senior thesis professor in the History Department showed me the error of my "easy" choice) and the rest is a bad pun.
A degree in Marine Biology would probably have saved me loads in ribbon excess and some time determining how to cloth a serpentine table without using skirting. I might also have pet a few more dolphins - but I wouldn't be where I am today.
Let it be a lesson to aspiring wedding coordinators of all ages - either pay attention in math class, or find a spouse/loyal friend/partner or genius pet who will back you up with math skills. You'll quite certainly need them.
Happy Planning
Shayna Walker
Williamsburg Wedding Design