Before signing off for the weekend, I’m feeling compelled to share with you this sign I saw at Kleinfeld Bridal, where yesterday I went with my cousin Jen to hunt for a crinoline. The small print reads, “Thank you for your understanding; if we are delayed, it is because some of our brides need extra care and attention. Be assured when it is your turn, you will receive the same care and attention.”

Um, bridezilla much?

Some of those women there Freaked. Me. Out. Including the attendant who said “that’s your dress? and you’re the bride?”, pointing to the $200 blue number I bought at the bride’s maid store on 14th Street. If it weren’t for the utter coolness of Susan, the “attendant” who was assigned to me and who happened to be a Broadway costume designer moonlighting as a Kleinfeld’s outfitter, I think I would have run screaming. Instead, I stayed, and got tips from Susan and the ever-savvy Jen about what else women in the 1950s wore. And I left there loving my little blue number all the more.