When I was a kid, I spent hours looking through bridal mags & designing wedding dresses for my paper dolls & planning my wedding, inspired largely by the gorgeous dress that my mom & a dear aunt made by hand, which Mom wore when she married my father. A cousin of mine was the first in our generation to get married, & she told my grandmother she wanted to wear the dress. My grandmother told my Mom that my cousin was going to wear the dress. I don't think my mom knew how to tell her mom no.
I look back now & it seems like a stupid thing, but I was really pissed. This was the 2nd big rift between my mother & me in a very short time. I was 19 at this point & both events changed the tone of our relationship forever. So, 10 years later when I got married, I didn't tell a soul. My mother had already made it clear she didn't approve of him. That didn't help matters between us.
We went to the JP in jeans & running shoes & it was just the two of us & the judge. The words his Honor spoke were some of the most beautiful about marriage that I've ever heard - I still have them! No rings, no name change. My only regret is that we didn't take a camera have his Honor snap a shot or two.
Next time Mom called I said, "Oh, I got married a few weeks ago." There was silence & then a heavy sigh & she said, "I guess I'm not surprised you did it this way." I said, "You shouldn't be."
All that said, I love attending weddings! I love the dresses, the flowers, the cake & the little candies & most of all the celebration of two people in love committing themselves to each other. Oh, and that ring on the site? Gorgeous! But I would never wear it on my left ring finger! 
BTW, I read that the seven year itch is now a four year itch. How's that for a happy ending to a post about weddings? 
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