Furious that her family found ANOTHER way to do what they thought was best (they had it in their heads that all men would wear pink turbans, groom and bride’s outfits be damned), she started to wonder if she was asking too much.
Was it unreasonable for her to be angry that her groom wasn’t wearing what he was supposed to?
While she alternated between feelings of blind internal rage and hopeless resignation, her savior of a photographer asked her one meaningful question:
“When you look back on these pictures 10 years from now, will that pink turban piss you off?”
And that was all it took.
15 minutes and a litany of cuss words later (directed at the men refusing to change my groom’s turban without “permission from my father.” Seriously?!), we were both wearing the right outfits and repeated our first look.
What’s the moral of this story? Well, there are several.
The first is that, just like every other wedding taking place all over the planet, people will say and do things throughout the entire damn process to highlight the fact that “HAHA this wedding ain’t about you!” Message received, loud and clear.
The second is that Desi brides have. It. rough. Under the guise of well meaning help and advice, people are going to try to bulldoze you out of every wedding decision that you make. Case in point, my relatives intentionally dressing my clueless groom in the wrong effing turban.
The third point, and this is by far the most important point, is that when your inner bridezilla comes out, welcome that bossy b* with arms wide open and let her do her thing.