Wedding snippets: From becoming Bridezilla to Mrs D’Cruz

I don’t know if I was one (a bridezilla) but I sure was on the edge of becoming one. And I think Fai could attest to it. Afterall, it was MY WEDDING and I wanted everything to run smoothly. So bad, that even at work at I was working on my wedding.

I kept a list of things to do and it was constantly by my side. I was constantly checking, ticking and re-checking things on my list. I also made itineraries for everyone, including one for the groom himself. Haha.

And then, I emailed them out to the wedding photographer, videographer and even the wedding registrar. The itineraries was also turned into two posters which M volunteered to design.

I wanted a simple and clean poster.

The idea behind the poster is to inform guests about the programme rundown. This way, guests will know what time the bride and groom will be entering the hall and when is the next outfit change.

Amidst all of that, I also got in touch with the car rental company which we hired during our honeymoon in Bandung and confirmed our booking as well as flight details for our arrival pick up.

Meanwhile, Fai was taking it slow. Well, it seemed that way anyways.

And as days passed, the knots in my stomach worsened. At work, all I could think of was the wedding and what will happen if things were to go wrong.

I was filled with mixed emotions. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I was so nervous I had fever on the day of our final fitting – two days before the wedding. Thank GOD! the fever subsided the next day.

I was well enough to sit still for a few hours while two lovely ladies drew henna on both my hands and legs.

Noticed how the carpeted floor was covered by newspapers? My mum would scream if there’s henna stain on her precious rugs.

Henna was of course sponsored by M. My lovely sisters, girlfriends, nieces, cousins, aunts and mum all had henna drawn on their hands too – this was sponsored by me.

The henna session was filled with music, laughter and a lot of squeezing axe oil (minyak kapak) onto my palm to darken the henna colour. This resulted to insomnia and it was the night before our wedding. Oh well, I was too nervous and excited to sleep anyway.

After: My henna-decked hands

The extra pair of hands belongs to my two dearest bridesmaids

Indians believe that the darker your henna, the more loving your husband will become. Hope so too. Hehee…