Of Tantrums, Tears and Tulle: Surviving the Bridal Wobble

Dearest Reader,

There I was, merrily fluffing a veil and sipping my third mimosa, when the bride-to-be launched into what can only be described as a tulle-induced meltdown.

“Do I even like roses?! Who is Aunt Cheryl? Why do napkins have folds??”

Darling, I’ve seen it all - and I’m here to tell you: the bridal wobble is real.

Whether it’s the fifth mood board in as many days or a surprise existential crisis triggered by the colour ivory (not to be confused with off-white, cream, eggshell, or vanilla), every bride has her moment.

Let us normalise it, shall we?

You may cry over chairs.
Yes, Tiffany vs. ghost can feel like life or death. Take a breath. Choose comfort. No one remembers the chairs.

You may despise your fiancé for eating loudly.
It’s not him. It’s stress. And possibly the sound of him chewing.

You may wake at 2am needing to redo the seating chart.
You are not alone. Print five copies and sleep with them under your pillow if it brings you peace.

You may loathe your own Pinterest board.
This is a rite of passage. It’s called growth.

And yet, through all of this, know this truth: You’re doing beautifully.
Even if you feel like a bouquet-wielding banshee, Lady Belle sees your heart - and it’s simply radiant.

So wobble if you must, cry if you need, and scream into a cushion should the urge arise.
You are not difficult. You are simply a bride.

With calm breaths and strong tea,
Lady Belle