A month or so ago I received a copy of the brand new book “Not My Mother’s Wedding” by Maureen Chapdelaine and Kate Chapdelaine Brennan.
I love reading about relationships and weddings and am thrilled to see another book addressing what can be a stressful relationship during wedding planning – the one between mother and daughter.
The book alternates chapters from Maureen (mum) and Kate (daughter) with their different planning perspectives. With the bride living away from the wedding location, her mother takes on most of the planning and has her own ideas about what will look great. Daughter Kate also has her own ideas and they don’t always match up!
From engagement until wedding day, Maureen and Kate take us through their planning experiences through their own eyes with humour, candour and grace. A book that may be the perfect gift for your mother or daughter while in the midst of your own wedding plans.
Not My Mother’s Wedding by Maureen Chapdelaine and Kate Chapdelaine Brennan is available via their website.
I have one copy of Not My Mother’s Wedding to give away to one lucky Polka Dot Bride reader! To enter, simply tell me the funniest wedding planning experience involving your mother!
Competition will close 7th December 5pm Australian Eastern Standard Time. Competition is open worldwide. Entrants must be aged 18 or old. Entry is a game of skill, chance plays no part in determining the winner.
This competition is now closed.
The planning has only just begun.
But chairs seem to be the focus for my Mum.
I want timber – she wants covers.
Until the funniest photo she discovers.
We laugh, until we have tears in our eyes.
Here’s betting it’s not the first time she cries!
The planning has only just begun.
But chairs seem to be the focus for Mum.
I want timber – she wants covers.
Until the funniest photo she discovers.
We laugh, until we have tears in our eyes.
Here’s betting it’s not the first time she cries!
Surprisingly, my mother and I haven’t butted heads on anything! She’s so generous to listen to my ideas and not pressure me to think about what she wants.
This book could be written about me! I’m planning my wedding from overseas and not arriving home until 2 weeks before the wedding – my mum is being very ‘helpful’! She met with the photographer that I had seen online and really liked, but after talking to the photographer about the lighting of the venue for 40min – the photographer has decided she doesn’t want to work with us anymore! My mother knows nothing about photography – so not sure what made her think she was the expert when talking to the expert!! I have 9 more months of fun ahead!!
The moment I knew my FMIL (f’ing-mother-in-law) would be the death of me.
Not one week after the engagement and I thought I was prepared. My fantastic mother lives 3000 miles away and my FMIL has attempted to take her place. I walked into her kitchen and it happened.
Sitting in the nook the FMIL, future-sister-in-law and aunt sit engrossed in four arranged fake rose bouquets. I cringed but kept on.
“So. Who will be your bridesmaids?” she asked excitedly.
I had put a lot of thought into this and although it would later be insisted by my fiance that I carry on at least two more, at that moment I was stuck in only having my best friend as my best lady.
“Oh I’m only having my best friend from home” I said matter of factly.
The air froze. The FMIL was standing and drew her three hundred pound, twenty year old; spoiled rotten, bratty, evil, manipulative daughter with a mustache to her. “Sadie will be in your wedding of course though.” Her eyes bore into my head and I panicked.
… over my dead body.
my dress has been the only thing my mom cares about when it comes to my wedding. we looked high and low. had many small disagreements over it and finally found a dress we both loved.
i picked out earrings and shoes for the dress and went over to my mom’s to try everything on together with my mom and sister. small problem…we couldn’t get the dress to zip up. we spent the next 10 minutes trying to get it up, worried and first and then laughing so hard we cried when my mom told me to lay on my back on the bed because “that always works with jeans”. i did it and starting saying “just zip it, just zip the freaking dress up”. well, we couldn’t get it to zip, but luckily i was just bloated that day and it is going to be ok. it just made for a really good laugh watching the panic in my mom’s eyes turn to pure laughter!
My mom has the tendency to bring up what she remembers from past weddings she has attended – as if there’s only one way to plan a wedding. When I ask for her opinion on something, she says, “I’ll have to ask (insert friend’s name) about what (insert friend’s daughter’s name) did for that.” Maybe the comparison game will stop now that she’s heard a friend’s son is paying over $10,000 for a photographer!