How do you say yes to your dress when there’s no teary-eyed “this is it!” moment?
Everyone who has watched “Say Yes to the Dress” knows about the expected “ah-hah” moment in the bridal dress salon. But what happens when that, well, doesn’t happen? How do you know to say yes to that dress?
What if you don’t want to play “princess for a day” at your wedding?
“I’m not really into princess-y dresses.”
“Oh, but why not?” asked Frannie, bustling behind me to unpin. “It’s your only chance to be a princess for a day. Every girl wants that.”
“Actually,” I replied, suddenly tired of being “helped” by this well-meaning woman and others like her, “I don’t like princesses.”
“How can a dress make you fat?”: Judging my value by more than my clothes
Recently, I overheard a (rather curmudgeonly) acquaintance complaining, “These days, no one cares about who you are inside or what you do anymore: you can behave as hatefully as you want, as long as you wear the right shirt.” At the time, I rolled my eyes, and he backed down from such an extreme example; but when I returned home and was fretting about wedding things again, his remarks came back to me, and gave me a wee epiphany about wedding planning
Airs of indifference and being “too cool” for this wedding stuff
I have this idea that I should be embarrassed about wanting a wedding. I keep pretending to care less than I do. Insisting that my dress isn’t a big deal — I’ll still get to get married, even if I don’t look pretty doing it. If our retired-baker friend has plans and we don’t get a cake, that’ll be okay, since we can always get a sheet cake from the grocery story. Flowers? Who needs ’em? It reminds me of when I was a senior in high school, and I wanted desperately to go to the prom, but had to act like I was too cool to actually care.