The Art of Bride-Making

I recently attended a wedding, having the honour of a being a bridesmaid, and the experience left me pondering why women are perceived a certain way.

What is it with women at weddings anyway? Don’t get me wrong, I’m the first to reach for a tissue at the sound of an organ, but what I want to know is, why? Why do women fall apart?

Now, a whole sexist rhetoric where in fact men have been known to get weepy and some females might not shed a tear might ensue. Yet, the bottom line is that women are portrayed a certain way in the media, and in life.

First question: Is it jealousy? Or, second, is it really being overcome with emotion whilst standing amidst the pews?

The last few weddings I’ve attended have been with my beau by my side, so I haven’t experienced the wedding blues personally.

Not to say that it’s a single girl’s syndrome. I definitely know of potential bridezillas in committed relationships who seemed less than satisfied that they had yet to be presented with a ring.

And, don’t even get me started on the bouquet toss! In an effort to pass along her good fortune, it has become custom for a bride to throw her bridal bouquet to eligible ladies. This tradition came into effect once people started realizing perhaps guests trying to grab a hold of the bride’s dress and flowers might not be the best way to go about it.

I’ve experienced some temperamental women when they weren’t lucky enough to catch the bouquet, especially when they specifically demanded for it to be hurled in their direction. Do they really think the course of their impending nuptials will be dictated by their geographical coordinates at someone else’s reception?

My uncle once told me that envy is the ulcer of the soul. It’s something I’ve clung onto, and it’s rather fitting here. It’s easy to dismiss what one has in search of greener pastures, but let me tell you, the grass isn’t always greener next door. It takes a lot of hard working to maintain a lawn, as well as a marriage. I’ve been witnesses to both, so count your blessings.

The whole business of it is quite infantile, to be honest. Reverting back to childhood, when a friend had something you really wanted, and you’d give anything to get it.

I’ve never experienced anything but happiness, sometimes hunger at weddings, and occasionally a hangover. If you’ve been invited to share in the celebration of family or friends joining in holy matrimony, revel in the magic that is marriage.

Although, some could not be bothered with the hysterics and hoopla brought on by tying the knot, it is my belief that a large portion do long for that day, their day, myself included.

The Maid of Honour at the wedding I just attended, a married gal herself, put it so eloquently: “You’re getting married.” Talk about stating the obvious, but those few words put everything into perspective for the bride. The simple fact of the matter was just that. It doesn’t matter who isn’t coming, or who’s creating more stress than support, the point was that she was marrying the man she loved and that was all that mattered.

I think with regards to planning the perfect party, it’s easy to lose sight of what is truly important—the food! Just kidding, the union and devotion of two people brought together in love. Whether you’re attending as a guest, as part of the bridal party, or maybe you weren’t even invited, do your best to keep the latter in mind.

4 Replies to “The Art of Bride-Making”

  1. Good job Kim! Love these reads while I’m at work and don’t really feel like working! Also, I love that I play a role in some of your articles. It should be called Mare’s Corner, featuring Kim. 🙂

    1. Beautiful post. Can’t wait for your wedding, actually…. I have a feeling it’ll be as eloquent and as beautiful and as fun as this blog of yours.

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