Okay, okay. I know that the popular show's title is
Say YES to the Dress. If you haven't seen it, it chronicles a bride as she and her entourage of mom, best friend, sister, groom's mom, cousin, plumber, dry cleaner, and others, go with the bride-to-be to encourage her, or discourage her, regarding her wedding dress choices.
Having been a photographer long enough to see several trends come, and blessedly, thankfully, go (anyone else remember the gowns with layer upon layer of pink tulle?), I have come to one definite conclusion: The wedding day belongs to the bride and groom, thus it follows that the wedding gown should be selected by the BRIDE. SHE is the one wearing it. SHE is the one who has dreamed of her perfect gown. SHE is the one who should ultimately decide.
All right, let me have it.
Mom is paying for the gown so she has final say...nope!
Bride has no sense of taste and style so her sister should pick for her? Wrong answer!
Bride wants a dress with a mermaid design but she has the figure of a baby whale? Who cares?!? Again-just as the wedding day is all about the bride and groom, the wedding gown is ALL ABOUT THE BRIDE AND WHAT SHE WANTS.
Our daughter, Jordan, got married a few years ago. She is a petite, elegant, young, professional woman with an hourglass figure and an amazing sense of style. I went with her to look at gowns, just because I'm her mom and it was a moment I wanted to share with her. I had no preconceived ideas of what would look good on her, or the style she should choose. Jordan had a couple of designs in mind and as she went into the dressing room to try one on, I enjoyed watching the other soon-to-be brides try on theirs.
A young woman caught my attention. She walked slowly, almost reverently, from the dressing room in a soft, flowing, pale pink gown. When she turned to look at herself in the 3 way mirrors, she broke into tears at her image, and happily whispered, "It's perfect. It's what I always dreamed about. I love it." Then she turned toward her mom and sister for their reactions.
Her mom stared at her only a moment, then sniffed, "You are simply too large for that gown. You are falling out of the top of it. Go change into the other one that we picked out." Her daughter looked at her for a long moment, with a crestfallen expression. "But Mom, I LOVE this gown." Again, her mom dismissed her with a wave of her hand, "It looks ridiculous on you. Go change." Her sister agreed with mommy dearest, saying, "No way can you lose enough weight to look decent in that dress. Be practical."
The young bride, who only moments before saw herself as a beautiful princess, sadly turned and walked back to the dressing room. Her mom saw me watching and commented, "If only she looked like your daughter. Your daughter will look beautiful in anything she tries on."
I was torn between wanting to run into the dressing room to comfort the broken-hearted bride, or punching her mother in the face.