You know they say to be prepared for at least one thing to go wrong on your wedding day.
A late floral delivery, a snagged pantyhose, or a flower girl gone rogue.
But usually they don’t say that fire will be involved. 🙂
One of my favorite bridal shower gifts was this –
The Happy Hubby and I were engaged for well over a year, so you can bet I couldn’t wait to finally get the chance to light this baby once our wedding day arrived.
I set it on the dresser in my room and enjoyed its sweet fragrance while I bustled around getting dressed (actually, my maid of honor was yelling at me to get dressed while I sat on the floor in my pantyhose and a blue oxford eating a bagel. Priorities.).
I finally finished dressing and putting my makeup on about the same time the photographer arrived.
He immediately started snapping pictures and asked if I could ‘reenact’ my getting ready process.
I’d never had someone follow me around actually wanting to take photos of me, so I gladly allowed him the pleasure of documenting the ever-important lipstick application.
But as I leaned over the dresser I sniffed something a little bit more alarming than anything Yankee Candle has ever sold in their stores.
I looked down just in time to see that my sacred candle had burned a special little Wedding Day hole in my veil!
My first thought was to cry.
I mean, I loved that veil! So pretty with tiny sparkly rhinestones all over.
My second thought was, “Holy cow, holy cow thank you, Lord that my whole highly flammable hair-sprayed head didn’t go up in flames.”
I mean, I could have been walking down the aisle looking like something on the menu at Char Hut.
My third thought was, “That’s kind of funny.”
And I threw my head back (in the opposite direction of the candle this time) and laughed.
You see, the Happy Hubby’s and my union was such a long-anticipated, joy-filled, prayed-over occasion that nothing, not even permanent burn marks in my white headpiece, was going to rob me of the excitement I felt in soon becoming my man’s forever lady!
I was itching to tell the Happy Hubby about it (as he thinks I am the master of living in a state of oblivion), but we had promised not to have any contact with one another until we saw each other coming down the aisle.
So you can bet that the first thing out of my mouth as the Mrs. Happy Hubby was pertaining to my fried veil.
He laughed about it, too.
Guess that’s why we make the perfect ‘match.’ 🙂
Do you have any Wedding Day Disaster stories to tell?
Happy Burning Your Wedding Veil-ing!