I attended a bridal show today. Well, not as a bride-to-be, but as a vendor. Those events amaze me. So many starry eyed brides, Mom's with check books, some grooms in tow (poor fella's), plus a bevy of girlfriends along for the ride. May I just say, the brides are so young!! So, so young, or maybe I'm just getting so, so old.
I like to walk the event and look for the most unexpected vendor there. Naturally I visit the cake vendors along the way. Random taste testing keeps them on their toes.
The booth that gets the award today is one for a plastic surgeons office. Seriously?? I can just picture the bride racing home to her fiancee saying I found the tuxedo's, the flowers, the d.j. And, oh, by the way, I'm getting the boobs you've always wanted. They had a enhance one, get one free special on C cups. When I walk down the aisle my cups will runneth over.
Maybe it's an age thing, but that whole concept makes me sad. Could we get more superficial? Couldn't we just dream of a celebration of two becoming one? Not one becoming enhanced, made-up, dressed to the max with all the trappings, but none of the inside beauty?
Thank God men are so visual. Hopefully, after the big hair is washed out, the Spanx is peeled off, the game day make-up is removed, the fancy dress in hung in the closet, the flowers are tossed, the dog and pony show is over...hopefully, he will find a woman with a heart he loves and cherishes. Then he will see the real beauty of his new bride.
