Bride Wars

I went to the cinema last night to see the chick flick 'Bride Wars' with Anne Hathaway and Kate Hudson. This may have been a mistake.

I understand it's a fictional account of weddings, but it made me very afraid. I'd forgotten that some women do become 'Bridezillas' once they start planning their big day - controlling every aspect of their day, mainly through the medium of shouting. As I am the least organised woman on the planet, I'm hoping it won't happen to me - but you can never tell.

Whilst most of my friends have been very laid back about their preparations I have a former friend (notice the word former) who became a living nightmare the second she was engaged. She had wanted to get married for a long time, and so I assumed it would be fun planning her wedding - how wrong I was! Phone calls were joyless affairs listing all of her responsibilities, and complaining that even shopping for her dress wasn't fun. The moment I realised I didn't really 'get' her anymore was when she revealed she'd even made the Best Man RSVP his wedding invitation - despite the fact his key role on the day indicated there was a pretty good chance of him turning up...

Another part of the film that struck me, was how fabulous the brides looked. They were groomed to within an inch of their life, and as a lifelong scruff it's given me a wake-up call. I'm going to have to devote some time to looking after myself and ensuring I look a bit more 'together.' I may even have to think about make-up lessons...