“My best friend’s wedding would qualify as a ‘you can’t be serious’ moment. You’ve heard stories about nightmare mothers-in-law, no doubt. It’s awful when the wedding hasn’t even taken place, and she assumes her role straight from the start. Let’s call the mother-in-law, ‘Tina.’
The bride’s colors were navy blue and white. She was very specific about how the decorations would look at both the church and the reception hall. However, she was a bit more liberal with the color scheme for the mothers (hers and her future mother-in-law’s). They were allowed to wear any shade of blue they wished. I actually liked the idea. The mothers would be in their ‘pops’ of blue, thus allowing them to share the spotlight with the bride, in their own way.
The next morning, we all arrived at the church in our coordinating, navy blue bridesmaid dresses. The groom, his best man, and his groomsmen wore coordinating, navy blue neckties and cummerbunds. The flower girls were in white with navy blue accents throughout their dresses. Navy blue adorned the pews and various places throughout the church. The bride’s mother wore a lovely powder blue dress (embracing the bride’s request that the ‘mothers’ wear whatever shade of blue they wished). Then, there was Tina, who entered the church wearing a bright pink, chiffon, floor-length ball gown. She looked like a big, bottle of Pepto-Bismol!
‘You can’t be serious…’
You could hear the entire wedding party gasp. Not only was she wearing the wrong color, but she looked as if she was trying for prom queen! The dress was a nightmare! Initially, we tried to be understanding. Some of us thought maybe she hadn’t been able to find a blue dress she liked. Others of us thought, perhaps she just couldn’t afford a new dress and maybe this was her ‘go to’ dress for all formal events. We found out at the reception that none of these ideas were true.
The pink was on purpose. As soon as the bride had given Tina her request, she went to purchase the dress, specifically looking for ‘large and pink’ (according to her son, my bestie’s husband). She spent the entire night flouncing around the dance floor just so she could be seen. She went on and on about how much she loved her dress and thought it was the perfect color to wear to her new daughter-in-law’s wedding. It was truly a slap to the bride and her wishes on what was supposed to be her special day.
This was certainly a wake-up call to my bestie. Their relationship got off to a bad start and has never improved. Thankfully, she didn’t raise her son otherwise. I find it highly unlikely that they would have gotten married at all.”