unveiling the truth
When imagining my wedding day, I always thought I’d be the type of bride who wore flowers in her hair and nothing on her feet. In reality, however, my wedding day is going to be a city affair and walking the streets of London with no shoes is really not advisable. Besides, I love shoes!
Flowers in my hair, I reasoned, were achievable, and as I set out on my bridal attire search, this is what I had in mind. But I still couldn’t decide on whether or not a veil would be the perfect compliment or frothy overkill.
I have to admit that, even though I had considered it a little, really I had already made up my mind that a veil just wasn’t for me, I didn’t imagine myself being a hugely traditional bride, and I felt that this was one thing that I could happily get married without.
What no one ever tells you is that, if trying on a beautiful wedding dress makes both you and your Mum cry, just wait until the shop assistant plops a veil on your head!
Maybe I should explain here that before this moment, even though I had thoroughly engrossed myself in various wedding activities, I had felt a little like I was living in a strange dreamy bubble, almost that I was just playing or living someone else’s life.
It was the veil that changed this and that provided the tipping point from out of body experience to sparkling reality. A veil is distinctly bridal (when else would you ever wear one?) and when I looked in the mirror and saw that layer of tulle flowing over my shoulders, it was then that I truly believed that it was me going through this momentous rite of passage – I was going to get MARRIED and be a MRS!
Has anyone else experienced a thunderbolt moment of ‘oh my god I’m going to get married’? Or do you have some serious wedding indecision you need a helping hand with? Let us know!