Wedding Magazines

I recently read the third book in Nora Roberts' Bride Quartet. The series is about four women who run a wedding company called Vows. The first book follows the wedding photographer, the second book follows the florist, and the third book (the one I just read) follows the baker, the one who makes the fabulous wedding cakes.

One of the great things about these books are all the sensual beautiful details: lavender and silver ribbons, gold candles, mocha cake with apricot filling, silk, lace, roses, hyacinths. Whether or not such details are attached to weddings, I love them. So whenever I read one of these Bride Quartet books, I start getting a strange urge. An urge no feminist, and possibly few single women, wants to admit to: I want to look through wedding magazines.

Not to plan my future wedding. Just to look at pretty pictures of pretty things. If I ever get married, anything seen in one of these magazines is way out of my budget, so flipping through them doesn't do me a lot of good planning-wise anyway.

I didn't want to be seen in public looking through wedding magazines. What would people think of me? There was only one thing to do: I went in disguise. I put on an impenetrable disguise and proceeded to my friendly local library.

Me in my going-to-the-library disguise, on the phone with Katie, 

holding the third Bride Quartet book. 

Why yes, I AM wearing a Kate Beaton t-shirt with the Brontes on it.