Last week, a new friend told me that every woman has a bridezilla moment, whether you’re 22 or 48.  I did not believe her, because, after all, I have been pretty low-key.

POB has looking for a wrap to wear with my wedding dress because I tend to get cold in air-conditioned rooms.  Yesterday, POB texted me, “Got you a grey pashmina shawl for $5 from the toothless lady at 71st and Broadway.”  Did I need to know that I am wearing a $5 shawl that I am sure I could have gotten for $4.50?  Nooooooooooo.

No matter.  I saw the shawl when I got home.  It will look LOVELY with my dress.   All was right.  I kissed POB and thanked her profusely.

“Sweetie?”  POB said tentatively.

“Yes?”  I wondered whether a shoe was going to drop.  (Where DOES that phrase come from?)

“It’s about your dress.”

“What about my dress?”  Apprehension is rising.

“Well, I was walking by Pottery Barn and it is doing a promotion with Nicole Miller — you know the designer of your wedding dress — and . . . . we’ll, I took this picture to show you.”  Silence as she fiddled with her iPhone.

Right next to the pillows and woven baskets is my wedding dress.  Ok, so I might as well wear a wicker clothes hamper and my off-the-street pashmina shawl.

“Well, I guess you are getting married without me.  Because I am not going to walk down the aisle in some Pottery Barn wedding gown!!!”

“Sweeeee-tieeeeee.  Don’t.  It’ll be fine.”

“FINE???????????????”

Then I thought about what it would be like to look for another dress. 

“OKAY, IT’S FINE.”