i t’s time women reclaimed their romantic turf and all small, good things. The whole notion may have taken a backseat to practicality in recent years, but the occasional video store perusal in favour of Netflix might revive the whimsy within. Think vinyl over i-pod, sit down dinner over protein shake, and hardcover novel over boob tube. Because weddings are concerned with savouring all that is un

t here are three subdivisions of the anti-first-dancer: those who will not dance to At Last (or for that matter, Wonderwall), those bored by the widespread hug & shuffle, and those who just flat out refuse to dance, up there, on stage, alone. Not a problem, since alt. everything abounds - from waltzing Metallica to first lightsaber duels to simply ignoring the tradition until it goes away. new song

w hen it comes to the first dance, brides that can work a dance floor from bubblegum-top to rawk-out bottom, may want to croon and swoon to something with a little more cuddle in it, but avoid a sleep-inducing soundscape à la any number of grey-overcoated and anatomical mis-en-scènes out there. This potential tremolo of quibble can be avoided by sticking to an up ‘n’ unbeatable sample of stic

a guest list heavier on the disco moms than the blasé teens is not what differentiates a crowd of head bobbers from gyrating foot stompers. It’s the music. If you’ve chosen to go the way of the tangible, take heed to the little things before unleashing those songsters on a finicky audience. Atmosphere is what makes a wedding worthy of anecdotes to come, and nothing tarnishes mood like an ears

f or brides who’ll be swapping their plastic headphones for tulle veil or bejeweled chapeau last minute, dum, dum, dum, dum may take on a different tune. Monogrammed runners and homespun bouquets are leading the personalized wedding trend down the aisle, and in the spirit of leaving-no-man-behind, processional music’s become totally eclectic. Use a recorded version of your favorite melodious ge