Last August I attended a girlfriend’s wedding and, as it happens nowadays, everyone was taking pictures on their cell phones and probably posting hundreds of images to their respective Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, etc.
So, I took one lovely picture of the wedding couple dancing and was about to post to Facebook, when one of my rules-bound girlfriend (love her otherwise) reminded me of the ‘Don’t Show Public Pictures of the Bride Before She Shows it First’ rule. Hmm. I must have skipped that chapter in the rules book. But really, it’s not like I committed the ‘Don’t Lick the Wedding Cake Dolls When No One is Watching’ rule, or the ‘Don’t flirt with the Groom’ rule. I’m very well aware that without rules, there’d be anarchy. I wore a bright green dress to the wedding reception. Even I remember the “Only Brides Wear Whites on her Wedding Day” rule.
However, I didn’t post the picture. I don’t want to be ‘that’ girl. I’m a conformist, unless someone or something tells me I can be an outlaw. I’ve followed the “No-white After Labor Day” rule for years until the show What Not To Wear said it was okay.
To this day, I still feel a sense of liberation when I break out with my white denim overalls in October. I know what you’re thinking; what about the “Don’t Even Think of Wearing Overalls Unless you Work in an Animal Farm” rule?
Darn, I really need to read that chapter on rules…