Diamond White vs. White aka Depths of insanity
I'm not sure how to begin this post. Me? At a loss for words? I suppose I will start off by saying, as a future
OCD bride to be, with VERY particular tastes and inclinations towards,
ummm, perfection, that I understand how important it is for things to go right.
That being said, there must be a point where we sit back, laugh at ourselves a little, and shrug off some of the eventual disappointments that are bound to accrue throughout the wedding planning process. I know I have already.
I stumbled the other day on a bride in distress, because her dress has been confirmed as "diamond white," as opposed to "white" by her seamstress. Now let's get one thing clear: It still is white. It's not cream, or ivory, or beige, or even yellow. It's white. Just not white white. Believe me, I understand that color is important (I've had countless conversations with my dress maker about the virtues of platinum). But, to what extent? Is this the
Empresse's new clothes? If you did not notice prior to taking the dress to the seamstress, you've had the dress for months, and it's only when the seamstress points it out to you that your dress may not be spanking white white, then what difference does it make?
According to this bride, all the difference. She's been severely depressed, hasn't been eating, sleeping - basically enjoying life, because her dress is white, instead of white, white. And the cause? For her entire life, she's been dreaming of marrying her prince in a white dress. I'm sorry, but
UUGH! I can understand getting lost in the details. It happens. It's a big event, an extremely important event, in fact. But you recognize your tendencies and insanity, and take a step back when needed, or more
importantly you realize that for some battles you will have to raise and wave your white flag. But when you get mired in details that consume you to the point of frivolity, it's time to take a step back and evaluate things.
What is really going on here? You can be sure that no one is going to tap you on the shoulder, and point out that your dress is diamond white, nor will they be whispering it to themselves. Why? Because no one, save those imbued with Superman's keen eye will notice! Nobody cares, or in my humble opinion should care to this extent about white, white white, white white white, unless that whiteness is going to save their life, or perhaps it's a whiteness contest and the end result is
millionaredom. Otherwise, the stress and worry and lack of sleep and lack of good things to eat should be focused on your groom, your lifetime of marriage - which will have MUCH, much much, and much, much, much bigger trials than how white you can get your wedding dress on your wedding day.
I don't want this to sound preachy, and I know it does, but hey, I do want to make the point. There has to be balance, and when the pendulum swings towards the ridiculous, there needs to be commentary like this so we don't accept that this behavior is normal. Such as my eighty cents here.
