|One year down!|
Bride•Flu |brīd-floō| n.
Bride • Flu |brīd-floō| n.
1. An acute infection characterized by an interest in all things having to do with weddings including, but not limited to, dresses, floral arrangements, bride magazines, color schemes and tiered cakes.
2. Symptoms occur shortly after getting engaged and will be especially pronounced in women who have never before demonstrated this level of girly-girl behavior.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Monday, June 20, 2011
So that's that. Wedding cake drama over. Although, I can't lie, a little bitterness still lingered on.
Then I began to run across a number of women who also suffered wedding cake disappointments. It felt good to know I have some sistah's out there, yo!
My favorite of these stories came when I was researching a post for the "What's New" blog I write at InsideWeddings.com. I do a series called "EC: Q and A" where I interview vendors who are members of the magazine's "Editor's Circle." I was working on an article about bridal designer, Claire Pettibone, whose dresses I absolutely adore (unfortunately, they aren't quite made for my body type but that's another blog post).
While doing a bit of research about Miss Pettibone, I came across a 2004 interview in which she described her wedding. The question was: "Were there any surprises at your wedding?" And here was her response:
CP: Well, the cake. We definitely had the ugliest wedding cake in history. (Laughs.) I don’t know what exactly happened. The cake was supposed to be a very blush pink with off-white roses all over it. The cake arrived, and it was hot pink with a big white heart. (Laughs.) So either it was not my cake that was delivered, or we had a complete meltdown... You know, there’s so much planning and stress and worry that go into a wedding...you go through all that and on your day you just have to let it all go and enjoy the day. So I did not throw a fit when I saw this ugly cake. I just looked at it and said, “Oh my god, let’s put some flowers in front it, try to hide it, and slice it up before anybody could see it.” (Laughs.) We had a great day. I always tell brides, don’t let anything ruin your day. It’s not about the cake. It’s not about any of that. You’re marrying the man of your dreams and it should be a beautiful day for you and your guests.
It was like the Universe was talking to me directly. I had to write to Claire and tell her how fortuitous the timing of this was. I briefly explained my situation and thanked her for putting it into perspective. Then I added that maybe receiving a bad wedding cake is like having it rain on your wedding day: perhaps it's a sign of good luck.
A few days later she wrote back. She told me she was approaching her 17th anniversary and that yes, bad cake = good marriage.
So there you go. Who knew bad piping would turn out to be a sign from the heavens?
|A few of Mrs. Pettibone's amazing designs.|
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Our wedding cake was one of the things I was most looking forward to. Now I cringe every time I see it in our photos. Of course, at the end of the day, I'm married to a wonderful man and I know that's the most important thing. I guess you could say I want to have my cake and eat it too.
|The cake we wanted|
|The cake we got.|
Friday, May 27, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
I was supposed to drive to San Diego for another dress fitting this weekend, but the morning after my anxiety attack, I called Roxie (my amazing alterations lady) and begged her to postpone it until next week, which she was totally fine with. Thank God.
J and I enjoyed a nice relaxing weekend at home--still filled with a variety of wedding-related errands. I booked a last minute emergency facial at my favorite spa yesterday, which was a Godsend. It should be a law that every bride three weeks away from her wedding should have to do get a facial. Seriously.
Some of the knots last week were cased by the fact that there's been drama, such as family members canceling out last minute for no good reason. Other knots came from those obscure issues that, for some reason, no one else except the bride-to-be can solve, such as special meal requests, figuring out what hotel room the flower girls can stay in with their baby sitter, and realizing that if we're going to do a wine ceremony, we're going to need a table, a glass, and...something else...what was it? Oh yes: wine.
Oh, and then there's the little issue of UPS stealing my wedding band.
Yup, my wedding band was meant to have been delivered on Thursday. J was home all day and the door bell never rang. Yet somehow, there was a note from UPS saying they'd stopped by. The next day, UPS handed J a beat up box. The box contained a bag within a bag, a box, and another bag.
But no ring.
Our jeweler filed a claim with UPS for the missing ring, which thankfully was insured. He's already started making us a replacement ring. It should be ready in time for the wedding.
What. A. Week.
My wedding coordinator swears this is normal. She said she'd be more worried if I weren't panicking.
I say: bring on the honeymoon.