I mean, if you think about, registries really are like magic. You go, aim this little scanner at all the things that you
have wanted to buy for yourself for a long time but felt pathetic about it like, and BAM, lots of them start miraculously arriving at your house.
Of course, registering was also really stressful, as James and I felt super guilty about burdening our guests with having to buy us stuff, so we originally registered for almost nothing. The poor Bed, Bath, and Beyond lady kept on trying to convince us that we needed dish towels, sheet sets for our guest bedroom (um hello, have you seen the price of DC apartments? Guest room? Ha!), luggage sets, and all sorts of overpriced silly kitchen stuff. But since I – having loved nesting for a long time – already have lots of random little things, we only put things on there that we really wanted. Over the course of the next couple weeks, I proceeded to take a bunch of stuff off because I decided we really didn’t need it. Then, when my mother pointed out that our guest list might cover more than the 72 items on our registry, I have been slowly adding things back.
But you worry (at least I did), what people will think of you, based on what you asked for. Will they think I am actually a violent psychopath because I asked for lots of knives? Will the judge me for my love of cake stands? Will they think we are pompous because of our taste in china? Will they be concerned that we are opening a beer garden because we registered for 36 beer steins? (Actually, that last one was because we messed up the scanner thing and somehow registered for enough beer glasses to furnish a small German pub. Don’t worry – the situation has been rectified.)
But what I hope people feel is excitement about the home that James and I are establishing, about the hospitality we will extend on those china plates, about the church bake sale cookies we will furnish with that buttercup yellow Kitchenaid mixer, about meals we will prepare for others in those new pots. Because that is what James and I felt as we added each thing: giddy, about building a home together and filling it with stuff we like to extend hospitality to the people we love.
Ok, I’ll admit – I’m a registry stalker. I periodically call James late at night and scream things like “SOMEONE JUST BOUGHT A HAND TOWEL!!!!!!” and he wonders if I’ve gone insane. But I get excited knowing that someone else is thinking about the event that I think about 24/7. It’s like waiting for your birthday, only better. So when this first gift (the most perfect fat little white pitcher) came today, I was ecstatic. It is from my dear friend Jessie, and having it show up at my door was just a sweet reminder that James and I will be starting out our marriage with an army of people behind us, rooting us on. Not to mention the fact that we will be starting our marriage with a pitcher!