Navigation
Bella & "The Whole Wedding Mess"
Image from fanpop!
I'm currently on Breaking Dawn in my Twilight Saga Reading Cycle (no point in saying "I'm re-re-re-re-reading Breaking Dawn" - let's just call all this re-reading what it is: a never-ending cycle) . While there are all sorts of things in there that get me hopped up, I am always particularly annoyed with Bella's attitude about her wedding - what she called "the whole wedding mess" like it was some awful thing to be endured. Who knows - maybe Stephenie Meyer was trying to downplay Bella's enthusiasm because she didn't want to make her 18-year-old protagonist overly enthusiastic about tying the knot at such a young age. By the time Stephenie penned Breaking Dawn, she was well aware of the influence Bella's choices would have over her young (er, and not-so-young) readers. But I'm thinking maybe she made her a little TOO unenthusiastic, and to me it came off as a little ungrateful and whiny.
I mean, really, what did she have to complain about? All she had to do was was show up. To her elaborate, exquisitely decorated wedding to the world's hottest immortal who had already professed his undying love to her. To put on the perfect couture dress that she didn't have to go out and find and have her hair expertly coiffed and her makeup applied with Alice's vampy talented precision? Bella was given the pre-wedding salon buffing and polishing that most of us would die for - and the best she could do was endure it like she was being tortured. My pre-wedding prep did not go as smoothly... A few hours before my rehearsal dinner I was sitting in a salon with my bride-of-Frankenstein foils sticking out all over the place, cursing. The poor stylist who had the misfortune of being stuck with me through the whole ordeal was probably at wit's end. I mean, I'd given him only a few months to take me from redhead to blonde (I'd asked Mr. Snarky if he'd rather marry a blonde or a redhead), and he's done admirably well at the near-impossible task of removing red dye. But my highlights were a little hinky and he tried to pawn me off on some underling for my blow-out, and while this only irks me on a regular day, it made me positively apoplectic at the time. There may have been tears involved and I am not sure I would have made it to the alter without liberal amounts Xanax and Moet White Star (aka wedding-day breakfast of champions!).
Bella also didn't have to deal with any of the 23,671 little details that suck the life out of you in the months and days leading up to the wedding. She avoided the hell that is arranging seating at a formal event - you know--"What's that? Aunt Selma won't sit fewer than five tables away from Uncle Frank and his new hoochie trophy wife??? And holy crap, did we completely forget a table for the grandparents??? ARG!!" And the expense! Never even mentioned... Clearly not an issue with the Cullens, and obviously Charlie wasn't footing the bill for this shindig, as there was no mention of Bella having to allow for Charlie to invite a bunch of his yahoo redneck friends who would be stuffing pigs in a blanket into their pockets on the sly...
You know what I would have really REALLY loved? To be in Bella's shoes (Edward aside, even) which were probably Jimmy Choos or Christian Louboutins or something. To just show up and have every last detail taken care of... You know - that wedding planning thing that people can pay upwards of tens of thousands of dollars for? And even then, the bride isn't off the hook, duty-wise. I was in my early thirties when I tied the knot; we didn't have a big wedding or allot a great deal of time for planning once we set the date, and it was still amazingly stressful. Sure, everything went without a hitch the day of and our guests told us later that is was one of the nicest weddings they'd ever been to (we had a small ceremony, had our favorite martini bar/swanky restaurant to ourselves for the reception, and then had an after-party at a hotel suite that cost more for the night than I was paying for rent at the time (thanks again for footing the bill, Sister Snarky!). It just made me rankle when Bella seemed so oblivious, not knowing what she'd been spared. Maybe it's just one more part of the whole fantasy that keeps me hopelessly obsessed...
Mr. Snarky & I used this in our wedding ephemera - it's called "Kindred Spirits" - I think it's appropriate for Edward & Bella, too!
Inevitably, I started thinking about Twilight-themed weddings as I was writing this and did a little hunting around (I love the internets!!!). All I can say is Jenny Jerkface, you had better elope without telling me because even if you go to city hall, I am bringing Full-Size Edward, a basket of apples, and some hand-written notes I'll need to read to mark the occasion. The words "lion" and "lamb" will be uttered. You've been warned.
[Note from JJ: Whatever you give me I'll give back ten times worse - in some way, shape or form. And of COURSE full size Edward will be there!!!]
Dieser Inhalt wurde mit Genehmigung der Seitenbetreiber von nachfolgender Quelle automatisch per RSS-Feed übernommen und stellt nicht die Meinung des Seitenbetreibers dar. Urheberrechtsbeschwerden bitte hier melden.