Byron and I went to our very first, and last, wedding expo. It was free, which was the only way we would go to such a thing. But it was 30 minutes of my life I will never get back.
It was pointless, really, for us to go. We have all the big things booked for the wedding. And we have the little details like tags for the favours or attendents' gifts lined up in our heads. We did not need to see a ball cap with pink embroidery that reads "So Loved". Or some glass trinkets trying to pass itself off as a diamond necklace. Byron and I were stunned and shocked, and sickened.
It was almost precious. Someone actually greeted me with a "Congratulations" instead of saying hello. The idea of being a princess on your day was heavy in the air. Women were catered to and acted like they had won a prize for getting engaged.
I did get a prize in Byron. I got a wonderful gift in knowing him, loving him, and now marrying him. I don't need some second-rate vendors to tell me that. And this whole idea of being a princess of "your big day" drives me mental. I am not a princess, never have been and never will be. And to me, it's not "my day". It's our day, as in my and Byron's day. It's our day to share and cherish forever. And wearing some tacky tiara isn't going to make it any more special.
During the fashion show, we bolted. The dresses were heinous. All glittery and backless and sparkles and strapless. It was ugly, and our wedding is going to nothing like the load of crap they tried to shovel onto us yesterday.
I no longer fear hell for I have been to a wedding expo.
Conqueringly Yours,
xoxoSally
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