I wasn’t a traditional bride. I didn’t wear a garter, I protested about the veil, I bought my dress 6 weeks beforehand, we didn’t have a first dance and there was absolutely no wedding cake. My intention was never to be an “anti-bride” but I lacked that gene that makes me giddy at what flowers were going to be in my bouquet. Instead our night turned out as a celebration of us and not a celebration of the normal wedding traditions. It was wedding-ie enough to satisfy the old folks but real enough to make me feel Ok with the idea of actually having a full blown wedding and reception.
One year later and I am yet to decide on the pictures so our wedding album can be done professionally…. see, anti-bride. But it’s been a whole lot of fun going through the usb filled with our pictures and remembering all the sideways looks, champagne toasts and twirls on the dance floor that I forgot to order until the day before. Luckily in my job I plan a lot of great events that are a lot of fun, although I’ve never had a job as hard as trying to throw my guy the wedding (hopefully) that he really wanted.
To all my reader brides-who-have-been, brides-to-be, or independent-sistas-who-just-don’t-need-a man…. may your special day be everyday, and your wedding day just be one of those days where you honour a tradition with those who you love and are the one you are equalling in love with.
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