My fiance told me the other day that he was proud of me for not being Bridezilla...little did he know that those words opened a flood gate. I must admit that I am proud of myself for not demanding outlandish things of my family and bridesmaids. I have read some articles recently about brides who have demanded their bridesmaids to do the following:
- Pay to stay in a hotel room two nights before the wedding even though they all live in town and could stay at home.
- Pay for their meal and drinks and the Rehearsal Dinner
- Spend $400 on their dress and then an additonal $150 on alterations even though they could go to a different seamstress and pay half
- Get breast implants ( I dont think my BM's are lacking in cleavage)
- Loose or gain weight
- Get a tummy-tuck
- Buy hair extensions
- Get Botox
** Might I add that ALL of these things were at the Bridesmaids own expense
All of these things honestly sound ridiculous and why on earth would you ask these things of those that you love. My view is that people are not asked to be in your wedding for their appearance, they are in your wedding because they have something to add. Each of the girls in my wedding has a special place in my heart and they each of contributed something meaningful to my life. Everyday I wish I could do more for them, but I try my best and I will leave it at that. Although I might not be Bridezilla to them, the poor Mr. has another thing coming to him! The poor guy can't even stand up right without getting yelled at. My father told me that I would most likely call of the wedding three times before I actually walked down the aisle. As of today we are at two. The first time was because of him not actively participating in the wedding process (even thought I would have micro-managed his every move) and the second time was over where to put the Kapoosh. Yes, the thing that holds the knives. For those of you who dont know what it is go ahead and google it and laugh at my cook a doddle do (thanks Bethenny) self. Thank goodness the man loves me because I can see how the engagement period would be a weeding process. Honestly, I wonder if it's my fault though. Half of the time I dont realize that I'm crazy or even fighting for that matter. My brain is on auto pilot, or wedding pilot, and I can't think two steps ahead to save my life! Every day truly consists of ordering things, planning, browsing theknot.com and etsy. I'm sure some of you want to tell me to relax (if anyone is reading) and take a Xanax, but when the best day of your life is quickly approaching that you've dreamed of since your were five it is:
a. Hard to relax AND
b. The side effects of Xanax would probably slow me down
As crazy as it is this post starts with the Mr. and ends with him. As much as I wouldn't blame him for taking a hike, he is the one that pulls me through. He gives me love, hope, and the guidance that I need to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Oh how I cant wait for our wedding so I can enjoy all of this hard work and spend the rest of my life with my amazing man. In the words of the Little Engine That Could....." I think I can, I think I can" Thank you Trevor... I love you :)
