A couple of people have asked me whether I plan to get a manicure before the wedding. They tell me that people will be looking at my hands and there will be pictures. To be honest, I've never had a manicure. I haven't even painted my fingernails in probably at least a decade. My toenails are almost always painted, but on my hands, it just chips so quickly and feels like more trouble than it's worth. I may or may not paint them for the wedding. I don't know. I wouldn't be opposed to a manicure, but I'm not excited about adding an appointment to what will already be a hectic few days.
But the much better question, since people will be looking at my hands and there will be pictures, is whether I have a plan to avoid maiming myself. A couple of weeks ago, I burned a knuckle on my right hand while putting dinner in the oven. (Pro tip: Don't touch the sides. They're hot!) At the time, I thought that I should probably try not to do that with my left hand just before the wedding. All set.
I just forgot to be vigilant against acorn squash chopping accidents.
Sure, this will be healed a month from now, but that's no guarantee at all that there won't be a new one. On the one hand, not lovely. On the other, people are always looking for ways to personalize their weddings and wedding photos. Accident-prone is a part of who I am. It's not maybe the way I'd choose to inject personality into any ring photos, but what are you going to do?
A helpful message stressed over at A Practical Wedding is that people don't change who they are because it's your wedding. If anything they reveal it even more. Your flaky friend isn't suddenly going to become your rock. Your cousin who always needs to be the center of attention isn't going to become a shrinking voilet so you can have the spotlight.
A related lesson I'm trying to learn is that the wedding doesn't change who I am either. Being the bride will not bestow breezy elegance upon me. If anything, it just means more people will be looking at me when I inevitably spill my drink on my dress.
Fortunately, being the bride does bestow up on me the ability to make sure the bar is stocked with my drink of choice. And being myself means that drink is champagne, so at least it'll blend with my ivory dress. And any potential band-aids.