finding my place in the bridal universe
i don't think i'm inherently different from the hoards of daddy's girls rushing to the paramount bridal bizarres or spending $5-10 each on a glossy (or matte, as the trends dictate) bridal magazine. bridal PORN as www.goingbridal.com insists. infact, i own a few bridal magazines. and yes, i own martha stewart weddings.

but, on the other hand, i can't allow myself to litter this fragile earth, our island home (thanks to eucharistic prayer C) with:
a) a giant 300 lb display of tulle, organza and miscellaneous satins that will be forever banished to a "preserving bag" from thenceforth.
b) those three superfluous envelopes that come with the invitations. yes, all it really takes is one.
c) vellum. what the heck is vellum made of anyway?
d) jordan almonds. i admit, those are tasty, but nobody will really appreciate the effort we take to package them in pretty pouches or disposable plastic tubs.
e) those disposable plastic tubs
f) out of season flowers!
g) bridesmaid dresses. need i say more.

anyway, so with that, i'm returning to my silent boycott of the bridal industry. okay, you're right. anything i boycott is never really done silently.

here ends the first installment of julia's interpretations of the bridal universe.