Oct 03 2008
First trip down the aisle
If you read my about me page first, you’ll know next year I’ll be in my third wedding. Thought I’d focus my first post with an account of my first of my three experiences, with advice if you face a similar bride.
My first bride, Rose, was my “clueless” bride. Rose and I lived together sophomore year of college when I discovered she was oblivious to anything domestic. I walked her through how to boil water twice step-by-step. She also didn’t have a clue about planning a wedding so her mother almost completely took over. This meant the bridesmaids each wore a muli-color pastel, we each had a creative describer for our dresses: barf-inducing buttercup , pepto-bismol pink, and of course Goodwill-giveaway sea foam green.
To Rose’s defense, she allowed us to pick the cut of the dress, but we chose a cut modeled in a pretty chocolate brown, not expecting pastel hell. Her mother decided that a spring wedding meant spring colors. Rose really wanted something we could wear again, and not eventually donate to a thrift-store, which we all did.
Lesson learned: Always be honest with your bride. A big exception, the day of, unless you can fix it, then it isn’t broken on the big day. But, before hand, especially if you think your bride is as clueless as Rose, believe me she wants and needs the help.
Second lesson learned: Speak up to the mother of the bride. We should have told Rose’s mother how we felt too. Of course, tread more delicately, but if I could go back, I would suggest colors I knew Rose loved that were season appropriate and presented these as an “even better” choice.
