Goin’ To The Chapel: Demanding Damask

PW associate editor Anastasia Kotsosavas is getting married (to a guy with an equally long, equally Greek last name). In eight months, she’s going to walk down the aisle come hell or high water (or even worse: rain). She’ll be chronicling all her crazy planning experiences here. Donations can be sent to the PW offices.

I know I’ve been against this whole wedding plan nonsense, but I had an epiphany. The floodgates have opened and there’s no turning back now. I have an idea.

While casually browsing through some wedding magazines, I saw pictures from one bride’s dream wedding. She had used this fabulous black and white damask fabric as table runners and had added the print in small bursts throughout the reception. The result: A stylish and classy ultra-modern affair without any wedding cheesiness! I was in love.

The search for those runners and tablecloths is on.

They have to be perfect. There are so many different patterns of damask, some are darker, some have more ornate designs. A quick search on the Web brings up thousands of different results. The thing the surprised me: I’m not the only psycho out there looking for it. I’ve seen dozens of other brides on the hunt. There are forums dedicated to the search for the perfect damask-inspired wedding. The possibilities are endless. I’ve seen the print incorporated into almost every aspect of the wedding, from the cake to the invitations. One chick even wore a damask dress! Blogs titled “Mad About Damask” and “My Perfect Damask Wedding” appeared. There were even some former brides who put their used tablecloths for sale.

However, everywhere I looked other brides had already been there and scooped up the sought-after fabric. You’d think this would make me happy, knowing that I wasn’t alone in my obsession, but it only fed my hunger. I knew I’d crossed into obsessed territory when I saw a listing on Craigslists searching for the runners and thought of posting one myself. I stopped myself. For now.

But if the obsession deepens, I might need to cut a bitch to get this stuff.

*Written by Anastasia Kotsosavas