You’re Not the Bride

Years ago, My Marine and I were getting ready to go to a wedding. A friend’s or a cousin’s, I think. I was in my usual pre-fancy-event spaz mode. The black dress or the burgundy? Hair up or down? Which earrings look best?

nailed it.

I hustled back and forth in front of the mirror checking every detail and thinking back to my own wedding, which had only been a few years earlier.

Weddings…where all eyes are on the bride.

As I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself, I thought, “You’re not the bride.” As in…nobody will be looking at you. As in…nobody gives a crap what dress or what earrings you wear.

I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself. It was a relief. It was freeing. It felt like a moment of growing up to realize that I was the only one worried about my clothes and my hair. No one else was going to judge me on them because it was 99% assured that they’d barely give me more than a second’s glance and care for even less time than that.

the happy couple – they’ve known each other, like, forever.

People were going to be worried about their own appearance and the rest of their attention would be on the bride and groom, as it should be. And thankfully, I’d float quietly in the background, just as I prefer.

Now, no matter what the event, I just go in my pajamas. JK. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention. But seriously, how awesome would that be? How much more fun would a wedding be if everyone could rock out in their comfy pj’s? Someone should look into that. I would, but I’m busy.

right?

In the meantime, I’ll be here, working from home and wearing whatever I want. And just so you know, I wear regular daytime clothes when I work. Yep, pants and the whole shebang. That’s right. Keepin’ it classy, folks, whether anyone’s looking or not.