While buying a bridal magazine today, a woman asked me if I was getting married. I said I was, and got a stupid grin on my face. By the time I answered her questions, and she got to the, Oh so you’ll be a June bride, I was in an embarrassing daze of happiness. It is unbelievable how excited I am to marry this man—when even talking to a stranger about makes me so happy.
Category: magazines
On being called Mrs
Whenever I go grocery shopping at the local Vons, I use my fiance’s supermarket card. Usually they turn to me and say, “Thank you, Mrs. —–.” I love it. It tickles me, every time. Tonight was a new twist. Seeing my wedding magazines (it is an addiction), the checker said, “Oh, so you’re a bride.” I blushed. O affirmation from complete strangers! I love you, Vons!
Hiding your wedding habit
The main problem with being really interested in wedding stuff when you live with your boyfriend and you are, inconveniently, not engaged is how do you keep him from noticing? Here’s how, in case you are curious:
1) Only read wedding magazines out of the house
2) If you must read a wedding magazine in the house, do it when he is not home and recycle it quickly
3) If you must read a wedding magazine in the house, read it in another room and hide it quickly
4) If you must read a wedding blog next to him on the couch, angle the computer screen away
5) If caught looking a wedding site on your computer, say you are doing research for a friend
Sounds like a bad habit, no?
Photo via mattandaudrey.com
My Imaginary Wedding
So this is how it started, my imaginary wedding. A friend was getting married. She mentioned on a walk that she might need help picking out a dress. We had gone shopping together once before to pick out some clothes for her, and I’m not sure that was entirely successful–probably because I overwhelmed her with too many choices. So, much wiser thanks to this, I asked her if she wanted me to pull some dresses from a magazine. She said yes. And that’s when it started, with me buying those two wedding magazines.
I am sure many of you have felt the powerful allure of the wedding magazine. You are transported into a world where time and money are of no object and the most elaborate fantasy can roam free. Why not a Scottish castle? Who wouldn’t have hundreds of cookies in the shape of a thistle or a cake in the shape of coat of arms? (If this describes your actual wedding, sorry! Just spit-balling here…) Perhaps, you think to yourself, pouring over glossy page after glossy page, I will have that wedding. Or one even more beautiful…
So I pulled a few dresses for my friend. Done. So why did I find myself buying another bridal magazine? And why, when I went on to The Knot to check out dresses for her, did I start a file and start saving dresses for me? I had started to plan my imaginary wedding…
P.S. Ultimately there was a small expedition to J Crew. She tried on 4 dresses. The first one was lovely: she looked beautiful and she bought it.
