I’m getting married this weekend, and I’m starting to wonder if I’m the only bride in the world who hasn’t spent a year deliberating about what type of silverware to use at the dinner. To tell the truth, I suspect I’m an incompetent bride. I’ve missed all 170 episodes of “Say Yes to the Dress.” I failed to subscribe to Bride, Modern Bride, and the Knot. Other cardinal sins I’ve committed include shopping for my wedding dress alone and answering honestly when the saleslady asked what I thought of a gown that looked just like a giant badminton birdie.
At one bridal store, where they ring a bell and applaud when a bride buys a dress (Pavlovian conditioning?) I confessed that I didn’t want to force my bridesmaids to buy anything. The saleslady looked shocked. I might as well have announced that I planned to send my six dearest friends trotting down the aisle naked.