No, not really. I vaguely remember one time in elementary school when my best friend wanted to have a “What kind of wedding would you like?” discussion and I went along, but it’s not a topic I’d have brought up myself.
FWIW, the only person I’ve ever known who was really into wedding fantasies was the daughter of a wedding planner, so she grew up hearing about wedding arrangements all the time.
I suppose I thought about what my wedding might be like a few times in high school and college, but it was more along the lines of “I’ll never make any of my friends wear a dress with a buttbow” and “Cake should be chocolate”. When I was engaged I put some thought into the details and promptly came to the conclusion I wanted to elope. Sadly, I did not get to do that.
I never really gave it much thought when I was little. I would have really loved planning my weddinhg if it weren’t for all the stupid unnecessary family drama that came with it. But as far as details like food, music, decor, etc. - hell, I love planning parties and making sure people have a good time on any special occasion, and that was even more true of our wedding.
But did I obsess about my Special Snowflake Princess Day? Hell no - I was too busy trying to make sure nobody in my family tried to throttle anyone else in my family. Between that, and trying to keep my sanity and actually, you know, have some fun with it and try to put our personal stamp on it, while working a full-time job and planning a wedding with 100 guests in less than 4 months, I was pretty damn busy. (And no, I didn’t wear a big, poufy white dress. Not that there’s anything wrong with big, poufy white dresses; they just aren’t my thing. The fun part was trying to convince my very mainstream sister of that.)
No, and both times I got married, it was at the courthouse.
When we played wedding as kids, I was always the minister, never the bride.
I didn’t so much as a kid, but late teens (like 18,19) and in my 20s, I really did. Then again, I was engaged for the first time at 19, so I wasn’t so much dreaming about my ideal wedding as planning my first one. We both realized we weren’t ready… or right for each other, and it was a very short engagement before breaking it off, but still. Once I started, I couldn’t stop.
As much as I am a girlie girl I can honestly say that I have never placed much importance on a wedding (or marriage either).
I’ve been a bridesmaid for many of my friends and I recall exactly one who said anything about dreaming of her wedding day since she was young.
Drop by a Barnes and Noble and count how many magazines they have for sale on the topic, just sayin’
As a kid, sure, I dreamed of long trains and impossible wedding cakes. Then I went through a “marriage is an evil patriarchial institution” phase in my late teens.
As an adult, if I ever have a wedding it’s going to be low key and I’m not wearing a damn train. There will be cake, of course. Chocolate gingerbread cake.
Nope. I hated all girly things as a child. I once got upset/offended when my mom jokingly called me Raggedy Ann. Mom, I sobbed, how could you compare me to a DOLL!? (ie, the worst, stupidest thing in the universe) I was 4.
Then again, I was never the fantasizing type, even on other topics.
My wedding was after hours at an aquarium. It was the bomb, yo, (people still tell us how much fun they had, and it was 2 years ago) but rather distinctly Not What My Parents Had in Mind. They got over it. Eventually. Meaning “on my wedding day they briefly stopped bitching.”
Nope. I did and still do daydream about being married, but getting married? It has always struck me as a lot of work to prepare a wedding, and nothing to look forward to. I’m hoping to find a guy who wants to elope.
No, I never fantasized about my wedding and would have preferred a simple ceremony with a few close friends. My mother frequently reminded me as I was growing up that “the wedding is for the parents” and so when the actual event was scheduled, I stood back and let her have her way (not that I had any choice in the matter). She and my dad planned an extremely expensive, traditional, tasteful wedding with a long guest list. My husband and I graciously gritted our teeth and went through it without complaint.
Although I never dreamed of being a bride, I can sort of understand how other people might. But the whole “bridezilla” phenomenon has clearly gone way too far.
Not in the slightest. I doubt I ever even thought about it. Weddings were things that involved flowers and frilly dresses and other similarly yucky things. I was much happier playing with my tomboy toys.
Even when I finally did get married, I wanted to go to Vegas and do it quick and fun (both sets of parents were married in Vegas…in the same chapel, as it happens…so there was tradition) but the spouse wanted a church wedding so we ended up with a small, simple ceremony with the reception at a pizza place. It was great.
Nope, but I was aware that little girls were supposed to fantasize about it so I tried… got bored really quickly and wandered off (probably to read).
I put off planning my own wedding for nearly two years because I couldn’t fathom how to care about flowers and napkins and place settings and such.
No, I just never even thought about it. I mean, I planned to get married someday, and thought about having kids, but having any sort of plan for a wedding is just out of my realm. I’m not a planner.
However, I did end up planning a wedding and getting married. It would have been more fun to plan with a bigger budget, but I enjoyed most of it anyway.
I played with dolls, and Barbies. I really loved paper dolls, drawing big gaudy ball gowns for them, and I loved playing dressup. My bride doll was most special! I loved all the trappings of a wedding, yeah. But it was all superficial. I didn’t dream about MY wedding, at all. Of course back when I was a child, weddings weren’t quite the BFD billion dollar industry they are now. A pouffy white gown, long sleeves coming to little points at the wrist; pearls; a veil; bridesmaids in pink dresses; a cold cut platter at the reception, and jordan almonds tied up in netting; cut the round white cake decorated with silver dragees, little bride and groom figures on top. Oh, and a groom, I guess - that was what a wedding was to me. I eloped and wore my best office clothes, never tried on a wedding gown, no reception, no honeymoon. But - what are ya gonna do? We’re still married 20 some years later. Living well is the best revenge.
Nope, and as an adult I have no interest in weddings. I would like to marry my boyfriend, but would rather just skip on down to the courthouse. I fully expect some resistance from his family (his mom was a wedding planner) and I don’t know about mine… I think it’s more likely they’d be cool with whatever we wanted. Frankly, the thought of going through that much stress, drama and money so some other people aren’t disappointed is ridiculous to me.
My big plan? Courthouse and invite friends/parents over for a barbecue! Thankfully he doesn’t seem to have strong feelings about how it happens and seems open to elopement 
I always thought weddings were dumb as a kid, did not enjoy attending them, and never wanted one myself. Still feel the same way at 24. I think I just hate going to weddings because I loathe parties in general. I would never throw a party for myself, or make myself the center of attention.
When I was little my favorite game was an elaborate kind of tag in which I played a fox stalking, disemboweling, and killing rabbits (my sisters). I mostly thought about death, animals, and sex IIRC, nothing romantic ever, I hated dolls and ‘girl games’ and had no interest in looking pretty. Again, mostly true today!
As it should be. It celebrates the joining of two people together. I can’t see any better reason for a week-long party, besides maybe a birth.
Nope. I always had a vague idea that I wanted to get married one day and I fantasised about having kids (when my mum was giving my little sister’s baby clothes away I stole a few jumpsuits I really liked and hid them in my cupboard so I could give them to my baby when I had one), but I simply never thought about weddings. I preferred to imagine being a doctor or a witch or a wombat or a mermaid. When I was a teenager and started to realise what a big deal weddings were supposed to be for women, my reaction was “Shit. I’m not going to enjoy this, am I … I hope my husband will plan it for me.”
Yes, exactly this. I wanted to be a superhero, or Tarzan, or a Jedi. And as a little girl I utterly despised to concept of the “damsel in distress” who just sat around waiting to be resued by some handsome prince.
In particular, I thought Rapunzel was a fool, sitting sadly in her tower hoping someone would come and save her. Just cut off your damn hair, tie it to the bedpost and climb out of the tower all on your own, you dimwit! You’re a young woman and you can’t beat up the old lady (witch) who’s locked you up? Just break her old lady bones, take the key and leave!