As we reach royal-wedding fever pitch, how sad that some daft incident with a photographer should result in Thomas Markle deciding not to walk Meghan down the aisle for fear of ‘embarrassing her’. It’s no wonder he ended up in hospital with chest pains from stress. According to latest news reports, he now wants to be there for Meghan – but to do so, he’d have to defy medical opinion and get on a plane to the UK. Question is, how did this happen in the first place – why was he left so vulnerable to the hounding press? What a shocking position to be in, to be left without protection from the world’s media, as his daughter marries into the most famous family on earth. Tragic for all involved, regardless of her relationship with her father (although, to be clear, he wasn’t absent by any stretch). God, it must hurt.
I always knew Dad wouldn’t come to my wedding and, even though he didn’t bring me up, it still hurts
My dad isn’t coming to my wedding. I’ll spare the details, because the reasons why are deeply personal. Still, when I received his email last week, I realised a small part of me was heartbroken – heartbroken for the dad I’ve never really had. Sat in my kitchen, staring at the computer, I let his email sink in before texting my boyfriend: ‘No surprise, Dad’s not coming to the wedding.’ Then I made myself a cup of tea, had a messy cry and took myself off to bed with a good book. I always knew Dad wouldn’t come to my wedding and, even though he didn’t bring me up as a child, it still hurts. Since this whole wedding fiasco began (mine, not Megs’), whenever somebody asks, I start feeling really uncomfortable and a bit breathless. As for trying on wedding dresses, they make my skin itch and my face flush from sheer nerves. If I’m honest, I’m totally mortified by the whole thing, which I realised on Saturday, while sweating it out at a bloody hardcore spin class. I feel a bit panicked about who I’ll walk into the registry office with. I don’t mean be ‘given away by’ – I find that so old-fashioned – I mean who will I walk in with? Who will help me cope when all eyes are on me? Who will pick me up if I trip over?
Charlie used to be a stylist, but after flogging a bunch of wedding dresses bought for a music-video job, realised there was a gap in the market for non-trad bridal
I digress. This was supposed to be a blog post about Charlie Brear, a British-based bridal company, whose head office is located just around the corner from my house. Selling supremely lovely wedding frocks, the line is stocked at over 60 stores around the world. Charlie Brear also happens to be an actual person (a very nice one at that). Charlie used to be a stylist, but after flogging a bunch of wedding dresses bought for a music-video job, realised there was a gap in the market for non-trad bridal. Meghan may be wearing Ralph & Russo (allegedly) but, had Charlie Brear been in the running, I reckon she’d have done a pretty good job. First off, it’s pretty sexy (tick from Megs). I mean, can we talk about Brear’s slash-front wedding dress for a minute?! If anyone could carry that off, it’s the latest future royal. There’s no way I’d have the balls to wear anything that revealing. No chance. Not ever. Erm, except I am in this picture, which may explain why I look a teeny bit awkward/giggly/a bit red. Nothing to do with this dress, I feel so uncomfortable trying on anything bridal – I’m convinced I’m allergic to my own wedding.
Maybe Meghan should walk down the aisle on her own
I never thought my dad would come and, anyway, there’s nothing wrong my mum walking down the aisle with me. Or maybe I’ll walk in with my kids or my dog or a friend? Who knows? I know it’s not as simple for Meghan, but maybe time’s up on women feeling pressured into being ‘walked’ down an aisle in the first place? Maybe Meghan should walk in on her own. Maybe I should do the same.