Come July, I’m going to be a bridesmaid.
That’s a little unbelievable and a little more insane.
The fitting was like a real live Say Yes to the Dress. J coming out in her beautiful white gowns, spinning, gorgeous. She really looked like a bride. Which, I suppose, she should, so that’s good.
Then us bridesmaids-to-be, all changing into some of the most ludicrous dresses. I talked her out of chiffon (pride!) and we ended up with some really gorgeous little summer dresses which, best of all, don’t scream bridesmaid, so I will be able to wear it to more than just this wedding.
This is really happening. I’m 19, and here it starts. The bridal assistants were saying that once one friend goes, they start dropping like flies. (They don’t use my imagery, but still.) Everyone else seemed thrilled with that idea. I was rather horrified. Guess I’m still averse to the idea of getting married anytime soon.
So. I’ve never even been to a wedding before.
This should be interesting.