Growing up I never fantasized about my own wedding, so I certainly did not even entertain the possibility of being involved in someone else's wedding. Yet here I am, in my early 30's, an experienced bridesmaid/maid of honour of five times, and already booked for two upcoming weddings. Did I mention I've already been reserved for at least three 'future' nuptials? Even though such 'future brides' have no 'future grooms' at the moment? More on that later.
Suffice it to say, I have earned the title 'Professional Bridesmaid.' I am now completely versed in the world of bridesmaid dresses and the very dubious statement "...and you can wear it again!!!"; showers; stagettes; bachelorettes; centrepieces; cake toppers; blushers; veils; Vera Wang; buck and doe's; bridal coaches; Reem Acra; Kleinfeld's; duchess satin; and I could go on and on...similar to a very long Father of the Bride speech. And while some girls would cherish this intimate knowledge of a very prosperous industry, and the badge of friendship honour that comes with being a bridal attendant, I am, well, not as appreciative. Well, I should say my wallet and day planner are less than appreciative.
For all my friends who believe I'm a perpetual bridesmaid....and that 'I should really write a book'....this is for you. Who knows? Maybe in ten years time, I'll look back on my bridal party exploits fondly. If I'm not too busy playing bridesmaids in those '2nd' weddings.
p.s. I should really buy Whitney Lyles book.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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