A model bride reflects on last year’s wedding jitters when she took her first trip down the “aisle”
Illustration by Katie Kath
March 18, 2013
Runway to Reality A model bride reflects on last year’s wedding jitters when she took her first trip down the “aisle”
written by Jennifer Blencowe
Wrapped in a long wedding gown that hugs every curve, I wait backstage in a mob of models wearing white dresses at Charleston Weddings magazine’s 2012 Spring Bridal
Show. Admiring my frock’s delicate, layered design, I can’t help but daydream about my own Big Day and wonder what my boyfriend, who is waiting in the audience, will think about my look. We were high school sweethearts and now that we’re college students, we sometimes talk about our own wedding. (It’ll be small and “Charleston,” and will co-star our shih tzu, Oscar, as the ring bearer.)
I peek out from the model tent into the crowd where I immediately spot my boyfriend thanks to his fiery red hair. We make eye contact for a brief moment and he grins like the Cheshire cat. Though I am a runway veteran, this is the first time he’s come to a show. Suddenly self-conscious, numb, and worried it might be bad luck for him to see me in a wedding gown before our actual wedding, I duck backstage.
“Jennifer B., it’s time for hair and makeup,” announces a Charleston Fashion Week® intern, yanking me back to the moment.