Color Me...Oh, Hell

GPOM and I chose colors for the wedding a while back, and I deigned to his decision.  This is important because:

1.  The boy will now be know as GPOM, and if you want to know why, feel free to ask, and;
2.  My sister figures into the second part of the first sentence.

Please know that the final decision was mutual, but I let GPOM choose because the wedding is more important to him than it is to me.

Yes, I am not a girl.  I have not dreamed of weddings my whole life.  I spent the last morning of his being here asking to go to the courthouse.

So, I sent color samples to my maid of honor and my bridesmaids.  Since then, I've gotten no end of crap from my sister, who is my maid of honor.  Why that color?  Can't it be another color?  I know you're only using this color because you let GPOM choose it.  Why are you letting him decide about your wedding?  This culminated in a card I got from my sister, which essentially told me that if she had to wear that color, she'd refuse to be in the ceremony.

I read it to GPOM, after I laughed, and he laughed as well, and we thought no more of it.  My sister called me yesterday to apologize, and of course I forgave her because I didn't take it seriously.  She still hates the color.  She called me later to offer purple as a solution.  I pointed out that as a blue-eyed blonde, she could wear anything, but that I have three bridesmaids, two of which have Italian roots, and one who is colored similarly to me.  (And is turning 30 tomorrow - W00T!)

And I swore to her that if she kept it up, everyone would wear orange and we would have a pumpkin wedding.

Just wait until I tell her the threats that GPOM has in store.