Diary of A Bride
Follow the dreams and disappointments of one intrepid Bride's adventurous trek down the aisle? Will she marry her gorgeous groom without killing her caterer in the process? Find out here...
Choosing your Maid of Honor can be one of the most daunting tasks in the wedding planning process. There really are no set guidelines on the matter. They can be your sister or cousin, niece or aunt, but most often it is your best friend - that one person that... more
Every little girl dreams of her wedding. She knows exactly what she wants, what her dress will look like and goes over it in her mind a million times before it actually comes to pass. I was not one of those little girls! When it came time to plan my... more
Most brides dream of the perfect wedding: beautiful bridesmaid gifts that light up your girls' faces, an eggshell-white gown spun from flawless organza, a gallant groom sweeping you into his arms for a waltz at the reception. About three years ago, I had one such wedding myself (sans waltz). Afterwards,... more
With one month to my wedding, it's time for the bridal shower. I can feel it in the air, like Victoria is finally revealing her Secret, and it involves me parading around in a hot-pink teddy with a helmet of ribbons on my head. I am so nervous with... more
When in the course of wedding preparation, it is essential for the bride to stay sane. As a soon-to-be bride, I am realizing how challenging this actually is. A month away from my wedding, I still keep having dreams about falling on my face down the aisle and flashing everyone... more
Two weeks to the wedding, and all hell has broken lose. My fiancé, Matthew, who has been the sweetest, most flexible, helpful groom a girl could ask for throughout the whole wedding planning process, has suddenly put his patriarchal foot down. And when a Roman Catholic tax attorney from... more
Goodness, gracious! Would you all believe Matthew and I are at it again? Sometimes, I wonder if we will ever make it down that wedding aisle. We can barely make it down the grocery aisle without arguing these days. How can I marry a man who is completely clueless... more
"And one and two, and one and two..." Matthew and I dutifully turned- more like tornadoed- amongst the plethora of senior citizens at Miss Debbie's Dance School. "Shoulders back, dear," said Miss Debbie herself, harpooning me with a disapproving eye over her red horn-rimmed glasses. Should have been red... more
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