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I was determined not to be THAT bride.
I’ve been pretty flexible with my bridesmaids’ dresses, I’ve
been super accommodating with the groomsmen’s attire, and I’ve made concessions
here and there with other wedding details.
When we had to change venue, I admit I had a bit of a
sob-fest. But who wouldn’t??? The farm
wedding that I had spent three months planning seemed to be falling to pieces,
and even though people kept telling me that “it’s about the marriage, not the
wedding,” I couldn’t help but be upset. As time went on, I got over it, and threw
myself headfirst into re-planning the wedding.
Still, there are times I feel like a Bridezilla.
Example A:
My mother and grandmother took me
wedding-shoe shopping because the original shoes I bought were WAAAAY too tall;
I would have towered over Mr. U in all the photos, and while that may not
matter to some people, it mattered to me. So off to the mall we went. I had
seen gorgeous pictures all over the internet of brides with colorful shoes, and
I was determined to incorporate at least one of my wedding colors into my
bridal look. Shoes seemed like the best way to do just that. I was thinking of
going with either navy or peach. I know I’m not the only girl that loves the
colored-shoe trend. All those guilty of jumping on the colored-shoe train, raise
your hands high!
Nothing could have prepared me for
my mother’s vehement opposition to colored shoes. In her own words: “Navy
shoes??? With your wedding dress??? That’s so tacky! You’re wearing white
shoes, missy.” Except she said it in Spanish, so it sounded more angry and
dramatic.
I politely explained that I had my
heart set on either navy or peach shoes, and that I was going to wear whatever
shoes I pleased on my wedding day. Well, then it was my grandmother’s turn to
call me tacky and insist on white shoes. When she threatened to buy a pair of
white kitten heels for me, I found myself in an awkward position. If she bought
the shoes, I would feel obligated to wear them. If she didn’t buy me the shoes,
then she would undoubtedly give me the cold shoulder for the remainder of her
stay with us.
“But it’s MY wedding.” Oh no. There
it was. The dreaded Bridezilla catchphrase and I was the one saying it.
My mom and grandma glared daggers
at me until I meekly accepted the shoebox containing the white kitten heels I
didn’t want.
I was torn. I felt like a
Bridezilla for saying, “It’s MY wedding!” On the other hand, I’m not happy with
the shoes we bought. I know that as far as the big picture, shoes really don’t
matter.
What do you think, hive? Was I a
total bridezilla? Should I use this tutorial to paint my boring white shoes the
color I want? Or should I just give in and wear the darn things just the way
they are?
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