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