Wedding Blog

So, as mentioned earlier, my first visit to the wedding dress went as smoothly as could be expected. Aside from the dry heaving earlier in the day, I made it to the bridal shop intact and excited. But, back at home, I left behind one important component to the typical dress visitation: My mom.

Since my dad and I run a small business together out of my parents’ home office, I’m around my mom and dad Monday through Friday. Aside from the typical bumps in the road that every close knit family experiences, we’re a pretty tight and peaceful bunch. My mom and I are very much like sisters. But with sisterly love comes a sort of “brutal honesty” that in certain situations, leaves a sour taste in my mouth. My mom LOVES to pick apart my appearance, and most of the time I welcome it with open arms (after all, it’s a two way street, and we both like to tease each other).

But I’ve just bought the most expensive dress I’ll ever own, for the most important day of my life as of yet, and the LAST thing I wanted to hear when I went to try it on was, “You’ve only got four months left to lose that fat ass.” Which was pretty much the rolling narration on the day that I had originally bought the dress. Back then, I hurriedly bought the 5th dress I had EVER tried on, and anxiously closed the book on dress shopping. In hindsight, I should have left her at home then too, but on the bright side, I’m still 100% in love with my dress. Whew!

This time around my friend Michelle, who is also getting married in June, and Mrs. Lemon accompanied me on my first dress visitation, and instead of being a nervous wreck this time around, I actually enjoyed my experience. I didn’t turn bright red like I did the first time around, and no one mentioned the fact that I’ve got dumps like a truck.

I tried to hide the fact that I was visiting my dress from my mom for a while, but she eventually asked me where I was going, and I didn’t want to lie to her. I could sense that she was a little hurt that I didn’t want to bring her, but I really couldn’t bear to feel distressed this second time around at the bridal shop.

Because sometimes, you just need a little positive reinforcement.

Who closest to you is your worst critic? Do you find yourself leaving them out of certain aspects of your wedding planning or do you embrace the criticism?