Call it payback, call it karma, call it divine intervention.
Some higher being read my last post and decided that it would be a great idea for me to work the local bridal fair today.
Oh, joy.
I will spend my day smiling and chatting and telling brides-to-be (and wannabes) and their families how beautiful and wonderful and special they are and how yes, they can have anything their little hearts desire and of course, all the vendors here would be more than happy to discount everything 75% and throw in lots of freebies because nothing would thrill us more than making sure the world revolves around you.
Or something like that.
But really, I don’t mind doing this kind of thing. I do like making others happy. I get a kick out of seeing someone’s eyes light up not just because you’ve made their dreams come true, but because you’ve created dreams for them they never even knew they had.
Nevertheless, I’m off to write my serenity prayer on the palm of my hand, just like a middle-school cheat sheet. I have a feeling I may need it once or twice.
P.S. I’ve already had a look around some of the booths, and I’m going to take lots of pictures for you to see later. They are some excellent design ideas out there. Plus, I’ve seem some things that are horrible, and that will hopefully give you a laugh. I mean, what bride wouldn’t want a sequined turquiose tablecloth atop a fuschia shag rug?