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When my friend from school asked me to be her maid of honour I was so stoked. This was going to be so much fun. I have never been a maid of honour before but I love organizing and weddings and I was confident that I could help her and make the whole experience memorable. I think my words were, I got this!
Rachel isn’t my first friend to get married so I had a little idea of what I was getting myself in. Brides to be change their minds about what they want frequently, just because they want something today doesn’t mean they will want it next week. Brides to be can justify anything they want bad enough for their special day, no matter how much it is or how unobtainable it is by simply saying the famous words “How many times an I going to married? once”. Everything for the wedding has to be perfect. The words beautiful, elegant and perfect are used a lot. If the bride to be doesn’t have love hearts in her eyes it’s not making the cut.
I went wedding invitation shopping with Rachel. We walked into this shop, it was massive with walls covered in wedding invitations. It was so overwhelming there were so many to look at. The shop assistant said to pick out three you like and put them on the counter and I’ll give you a quote. The first challenge was to pick three out of one hundred to chose from. Than Rachel was informed if she buying less than a hundred invitations she can’t chose any from this wall and because she wanted to allow six weeks RSVP the invitations on this wall couldn’t be made in time. We left the store hating all of them.
I love shopping, I really really do love shopping and not just clothes shopping all types of shopping. Food shopping, shopping for socks, infusers and cactus but I’m not loving bridesmaid dress shopping. Trying on dress after dress, dresses that have so many layers, dresses I couldn’t work out the front from the back. I tried to embrace it by having fun after all it’s not everyday I get a whole shop to myself and get offered champagne. Normal shopping just doesn’t cut it anymore. Its like I’ve flown first class and now have to go back to economy.
What I really disliked the most about bridesmaid shopping is I couldn’t zip up most of the dresses I tried on. Isn’t it the worse feeling when you don’t fit into something you know you should? It infuriated me so much that I made a vowel to myself that I would not buy anymore clothes till I lost a dress size.
I’ll keep you posted, watch this space.
So readers, do you have any advice to give me on being a bridesmaid?