I’ve been busy being Bridezilla for the past few weeks. But I haven’t thrown anything at anyone. Yet.
I must admit I still have secret love for the WE channel’s Bridezillas show. I will forever fondly recall a bride declaring she wanted her groom’s cake to be decorated like a vagina. I mean, need I really say more on that one?
While I’m not designing cakes to look like a lady’s business, I am planning two weddings. Wedding no. 1 is two weeks away in another country, which meant I needed another wedding dress, the kind I could actually lug onto a plane. (Cut to shots of me at the mall, crying at my sister-in-law because I didn’t like any of the dresses at Lord & Taylor. I may have stomped my foot. Not sure.)
After a harrowing six-hour ordeal at the mall, I finally found the dress I wanted at Neiman Marcus. It’s too big but my mama is handy with a needle and thread. I have to say it is quite impressive how kind and patient your female relatives can be when it’s time for you to walk down the aisle in your mile-high pair of pumps, desperately trying not to fall. (Please God, don’t let me trip.)
We’re in the final countdown and I’ve got my something borrowed, blue, old, new, et al. Now all that’s left is to worry about gaining stress weight. Whew. I can handle this. Can’t I?