I collected my dress yesterday and it's perfect - it fits beautifully and felt amazing. My Mum came with me and we then spent the night in London, chatting mostly about wedding stuff (as you do). She made a few comments about my accessories which left me a bit sad. She doesn't ever go for an all out insult, rather adopts an expression of slightly scornful disbelief about what someone is proposing, like she wants to say "You're joking, right?". She absolutely trashed my brooch bouquet (which I had brought to check against my dress and work out if I needed to remove some of the brighter/bigger brooches), saying that she thought it was horrible (OK, maybe that's an outright insult...) and that I didn't need to carry anything (don't NEED to, maybe. WANT to, yes). She asked what I was "really going to wear in my hair" instead of the hair flower I have bought. She said she thought my earrings (simple drop earrings with three pearls/pale gold beads on each, specifically matched to the gold on my dress) were too ornate and suggested I only need diamond studs - I don't even have my ears pierced, that's why I chose drops (they don't show the clip as much as studs). She chose my dress on the shopping trip and I think she feels that has given her the right to make all the choices related to my outfit. I showed her pics of my makeup trial and she just said the makeup was too heavy and that all I needed was a bit of blusher - I tried to explain that not only do you need a bit of extra for photos but that I usually wear similar eye makeup anyway when I'm going out and frankly, "a little bit of blusher" isn't going to cut it on my wedding day but it was falling on deaf ears.
I just feel a bit like it wasn't as fun as it could have been and that maybe I've gone really wrong with my accessories (although the bridal shop staff were cooing over how well everything looked together). She's usually brilliant and has been fab throughout every part of this wedding planning process, supporting all the choices I have made. To top this off, I now feel guilty for even writing these things. I know she wants me to look at my best but that's might not be what she chooses as "my best".
Oh well, this concludes the end of my first - and last - emotional outburst to internet strangers.