I am not ashamed to admit that I’ve read Martha Stewart Weddings since 2006 (I just checked my bookshelf to give you an exact date). Maybe it was being the only girl in my urban-alt-theatre friend circle who actively wanted to get married one day, maybe it was my love of pretty things, I don’t know. But I used to buy them in the subway station, and sneak read them on the train, so when I ran into someone I knew I didn’t have to explain myself (hiding my addiction to Offbeat Bride was simpler). Lots of their weddings were froofy and gag-worthy and I mocked them, but every so often they had a wonderful homemade wedding, and I would sigh and swoon, hoping one day it would be me.
Today, as I was rushing through Rite Aid, I grabbed the new MSW, mostly out of habit. I read it without shame on the bus home (I have an alibi now), and in 10 minutes I was done with it, cold. It was an excellent issue, mind you, same pretty pictures as always, but life moves on. My wedding dress – not in the pages. My bridesmaids dresses – well, no. My colors? Right. No colors. And so. More and more I find that the articles I’m clipping these days are on long happy marriages, tiny babies, places to travel, ways to nest, or just my old standbys of politics and pithy news.
So, to you today, a ray of hope. Our weddings will one day be behind us, and we won’t mind a bit.