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Karen Owen's op-ed about brides and weddings.
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By Karen Owen
IN AUGUST, my husband
Looking back, our wedding in 1973 was--as one of our neighbors wrote in a thank-you note to my mother afterward--a "sweet" one. We had opted to be married in the Presbyterian church
Because I was finishing up my fourth year as a student at the University of Virginia, planning for the reception consisted of my joining my father--not my mother, who was at her office that day--during spring break, and meeting with an events planner at Fort Myer. She helped me to select the room, finger foods, cake, and whether to have an open bar.
My father arranged for a photographer, and later--to my great surprise--told me he had hired a small combo to play music for our guests. My mother assisted with the details of talking with the minister. The wedding dress itself was such an afterthought that I ended up purchasing one that was
One of my best friends did my hair. The bridesmaids' dresses were sewed by the attendants themselves, and my husband and his groomsmen wore dark suits instead of tuxedos.
With surprisingly little effort, this was a nice wedding! Our friends and family were with us, and the day went smoothly, with little anxiety and no hurt feelings.