The bain of my mother's life is that I didn't invite her to my wedding. And that's not because I don't love her, but because I couldn't bear the idea of being a bride and having a traditional ceremony the likes of which swirled with undertones of patriarchal hegemony in my nonconformist imagination. Natch, I eloped.
Just cuz, I've decided, when I've been married 20 years I'll have a wedding to which I'll invite all of the slighted parties. It will be very elegant. And I'll probably wear something stunningly understated like this:
Retro-Gorgeous Andrea of A Cat of Impossible Colour