I never thought of myself as having been a bridezilla, but this thread has made me worry a bit.
In 1990, my then boyfriend and I decided to get married. We weren’t young, so we were paying for everything ourselves. To avoid the children issue (not a big deal, as we knew very few people with children anyway), we decided on an evening wedding in a church (but performed by my boyfriend’s friend and former landlord, who happened to be a mayor of a small city). I bought the first dress I ever tried on, for $300, although later, really for fun, I went to a major bridal outlet and tried on about twenty different dresses, none of which were as good as the one I’d already bought. We chose a catering venue which did three hours open bar and a dessert buffet for about $20/head. They had sound equipment, so my boyfriend was going to make some party CDs. We asked a dear friend of my husband’s who was a hobbyist photographer to take pictures as his wedding gift to us (and he gleefully bought a bunch of new camera equipment with this excuse).
My mom wasn’t really into all this bridal stuff, but she offered, and I accepted her offer, to take the train off the dress and replace the lace on the new hem. I found and bought a pretty dress for her (it was on super sale, so I snapped it up), which I think pleased her very much (she hates to shop). Two of my three bridesmaids (I needed three because my boyfriend had three close friends he wanted in the wedding) lived locally, so the three of us, after consulting with our third, who we all knew but had moved to Pittsburgh fairly recently, went to a shop and mutually picked out their dresses. They seemed to like them. We were all sufficiently financially solvent that no one seemed to find this a hardship (I think they ran around $80-100 each - it’s a long time ago, so I’m not sure). I did ask them to wear heels, simply because I was wearing flats because my husband was the shortest guy in the ceremony and I wanted to look like the shortest woman. (Actually, they were about the same height as me).
Then, about eight weeks before the wedding, I got sent to Japan on business for what turned out to be six weeks. I spent some international phone time dealing with flowers and such. My boyfriend chose and bought the rings and the cake, and the two bridesmaids who lived locally ended up addressing the invitations, which my fiance and I had ordered before I got sent off. As a technical writer, he knew a lot about fonts, and he definitely wanted in on the choice of invitations.
I was rather disappointed that my fiance decided to wear white tie himself and have his guys wear black tie. Miss Manners (whom I’ve always loved) said that that was a no-no (the groom is the man marrying the bride - no further distinction in dress is required), so I bitched a bit, but Bob insisted. I don’t think anybody else cared. I absolutely loved the rings he chose - exactly what I would have chosen myself.
I got my bridesmaids some pretty lapis and silver jewelry and long white gloves to wear with their dresses as my gifts to them. My fiance got some Sharper Image type thermal cups as his gift to his guys.
Everything was pretty calm. We spent the day itself doing standard girl stuff - I got my hair done (I had a little hat that had to be worked in there), and I think we got manicures. We’d each had a little single-sex celebration sometime in the preceding week (we women went to a bar for a couple of drinks, and I don’t remember what the guys did, but I don’t think it involved hookers), and a fairly brief rehearsal the night before the wedding, followed by a nice wedding participants dinner.
The wedding was just plain fun. The place we had the reception put out a wonderful buffet of desserts (of which I was never able to take a single bite because I was busy running around being hostess, and then later dancing). They hated my fiance’s CDs, and voluntarily DJed the party, which led to a bunch of people dancing to old sixties rock and roll. A number of people commented on just how much fun they’d had. It all broke up by midnight, and that was that. Total cost was about $2000 all told, with about 75 people attending.
But I did end up leaning on my bridesmaids a lot because of the trip to Japan. They had to write the invitations, and I think one of them helped my fiance choose the cake, and my poor mom spent a lot of hours removing that stupid train. Was I a bridezilla? We’ve all lost touch since, so I can’t ask them.