On the appearance of bridezilla

They say that every little girl dreams of her wedding. I suppose I was the exception; I don't recall ever doing so. Floating down the aisle in a big white meringue to meet Prince Charming at the altar was never one of my fantasies. They involved time travel and star ships and interesting stuff like that. When I was older, as I said yesterday, I was determined to be right on and cool and feminist. Getting married didn't quite figure in that equation; it was old hat and so patriarchal it wasn't worth thinking about. Of late years however, I must confess to giving some thought to the sort of thing I would wear, should such an unexpected thing happen (needless to say it didn't involve meringues). However, when my beloved proposed to me a couple of months ago, no one was more surprised than me to find myself surfing wedding websites, and researching the ins and outs of getting married with an almost fanatical devotion.

Indeed, Himself told me (rather sternly I thought) that there is more to marriage than a wedding. Of course there is, but his proposal seems to have unleashed an inner girlyness in me that I never knew was there. It's actually quite fun. I love planning things at the best of times, but planning a wedding is a planner's dream. Or nightmare depending on your point of view :).