Guilty.
Thankfully, I have no Bride-shame. Bridal shows have quickly become a pleasurable pass time. Last weekend my Mom and I attended the Needleman's show at the Inn at Essex.
First of all, the Inn at Essex venue for weddings, is designed for 22 year olds who are marrying men with Roman numerals after their last names. Not that there is anything wrong with that, only that it's stuffy and has zero personalization.
Secondly, Needleman's sucks. I know I shouldn't be so judgy, but seriously?! The experience MOH and I had in South Burlington was disgraceful. We had gone there originally to look at potential bridesmaids dresses. Not only did the ill-informed garden gnome not have what we were looking for, the entire showroom was unavailable for reorder. That and she had a lisp. It was too much to bare. We quickly fled, making a pit stop for seltzer and beef jerky.
Back to the Bridal show...
They showcased a cake caterer whose cupcakes were so bad I literally had to spit out my mouthful of 'red velvet with cream cheese frosting.' I may or may not be a cupcake snob. However there is NO excuse for a frosting that burns your mouth with sugary sweetness and dry-as-the-Savannah cake.
Mom and I rounded out this experience forging signatures on my Bride-to-be registration card and buying an actual dessert from the culinary student's case.
Here's to this weekend's Bridal Show going much better!
Love,
Shannon
