Ok so I have decided to start my rants where they all began... in my shop. After 10 years it closed last year but it was definately an experience I will remember for my whole lifetime.
Weddings are supposed to be loving and happy occasions filled with excitement. However be warned as for the bridal shop owner it can be tear your hair out, nervous breakdowns and hysterical laughter through sheer mental exhaustion. You will be subjected to such things as screaming fits, fainting, obsessive compulsives to name just a few.
Its not that I am a bitter twisted old spinster and certainly not a man hater as I myself am very happily married to a lovely guy. I must warn you however to get the insight into this strange world that is “Wedding” can only be made by the strong and not for the feint hearted.
I was a bridal shop owner for ten years. If you are getting married my advice is read this then maybe just maybe you will the one in a million “angel” customers and will learn from all the control freaks before you. I want to give you an insight and warnings of what lies ahead as you walk the path towards your wedding day in the hope that you can do it with all hairs still attached to your scalp in a calm and dignified manner.
If you are completely deranged and think it’s a really cute idea to open a wedding shop because “it must be soooo lovely dealing with all those happy brides” after reading this you may, if you are sensible change your mind and take the easier option and work as a Prison Warden or psychiatric Nurse.
So with all this in mind what prompted the move to start my own business? Mostly a complex against authority figures? Working to my own timetable? Probably. I started up working for myself about fifteen years ago and did really love it at first but the more you expand the trickier it gets and the louder and more obnoxious the customer. Little did I know what I would encounter on the way and pressure … what pressure.
This blog is not for the feint hearted be warned, I will be subjecting you to the horrors of VPL, fat thighs and G-Strings not to mention the horror of the Demon teenage bridesmaid, yes this is really scary stuff. If you are ready and willing to start your search into the wedding world read on and learn from those before you.
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