So my girl child, Avery, recently had reconstructive foot surgery. Because she and her fiancé have three rambunctious fur-babies in their house, she opted to spend the first week of her recovery with her dad, me and our three fur-girls, where things are just a tad calmer.
We did a considerable amount of TV viewing over the weekend since she was basically couch-ridden, and for the most part it was Chip and Joanna Gainnes’ home renovation show “Fixer Upper” (we’re huge fans), and a new one for me, “Say Yes to the Dress.”
We sat in front of the TV absorbing every little design idea we ooo’d and awww’d over as the “Fixer Upper” couple from Waco, Texas did what they do best — take an old house and turn it in to a breath-takingly stunning home. They removed walls, installed hardwood floors, ripped out (what I would often consider perfectly acceptable) kitchen cabinets and countertops and painted brick exteriors. There’s nothing Chip and Jo do we find objectionable when it comes to their design style.
That show always inspires me. Unfortunately, my budget doesn’t have near enough digits to do all the things I’d like to do to my home. But I’m pacified settling for smaller projects in our farmhouse ... a coat of color on the walls, new flooring, some wall-hangings or window treatments, new accent pillows, lamps ... you know, things actually within my means. This is where we spend our time, and I can easily justify every dime I spend.
However, I quickly discovered I do not have the same sentiment when it comes to wedding dresses.
I have one daughter and she is much more like me than I ever realized. I won’t call her frugal, but she must have actually been listening when she was younger and wanted a $300 pair of shoes or $800 prom dress. I can (unfortunately) still hear myself saying it now, “... do you have any idea how many hours I have to work to pay for that!”
Although she’s been engaged to be married for several years, she doesn’t have a wedding date set. She has no grand illusions of a destination wedding to a private isle on the British Virgin Islands or Bora Bora in French Polynesia. When the time comes, she has actually mentioned something as simple as immediate family and a justice of the peace.
Then there’s the reception. She has casually checked out a few venues including a vineyard or two, but the price tag associated with them? We may very well be looking at a backyard barbecue with family and friends.
When Avery and her Mick (they say a girl looks to marry someone like their father and apparently Avery took that to mean the first name as well) were first engaged, I asked her about a wedding dress. She really didn’t express much interest and after watching those brides choosing their gowns on “Say Yes to the Dress” that cost more than my first home... well... I admit I’m grateful my daughter isn’t the ‘foo-foo’ girly-type girl and more a grounded-type of gal. She, just like her mother, would rather do some landscaping around her yard or build a new deck on the back of her house.
There is certainly nothing wrong with choosing to go with a lavish wedding, extravagant reception and dazzling gown, but as the mother of the bride, I’m going to admit, it doesn’t matter to me one bit if Avery chooses to exchange her vows in a simple ceremony with a reception consisting of walking tacos and jello jigglers. And whether she chooses a traditional wedding gown or a simple dress while carrying a bouquet straight from our flower bed, she will be stunning and my Mick, her brothers and I will all cry.
But my tears, I can almost guarantee, will be ones of pure joy and not from the fact that my checking account was drained on a four-hour celebration.
Contact Dana King at firstname.lastname@example.org