Always the Bridesmaid

The day before yesterday, a very good friend asked me to be her bridesmaid. Of course, it’s a massive honour to be asked to be a part of someone’s wedding, and is very much a testament to your friendship. I will admit to shedding a tear, and being somewhat surprised, but for some reason, I feel more anxious about being a bridesmaid this time around. I guess maybe because this is the last time I think I will ever be asked, as after Zoe, I’ve pretty much run out of close friends who aren’t already married, but mostly because I don’t really know how useful I am as a bridesmaid. Actually, to be fair, it’s probably 99% not being happy with my appearance right now. 

This will be my 5th time bridesmaiding, in 7 years. In that time, I’ve only been to 7 weddings, so to be honest, being a part of the wedding party is far more comfortable to me than being your standard guest. You just have to be with the bride and generally have a lovely pampery time getting ready and then just prance about in a fancy dress for the rest of the day. Eat a nice meal, take some photos, and dance around a lot ... but don’t throw up, that one is very important.

I think I’ve got this. Bridesmaid again. 7 years worth of experience should make me pretty well qualified, really. 

Memories

I can't quite believe that one of my best friends is a married woman now. It's so grown up! The whole being engaged thing always seemed really mature to me, but actually being married is just something else! God knows what'll happen when babies start appearing in my friendship circle ... I'll probably start planning my funeral.

It was a lovely day though. It went by really quickly, but I'm so glad I was there for all of the Bride's journey. Apparently we were 10 minutes late, but the Bride is supposed to be late, and I blame the photographer anyway. I understand why he kept setting up his photographs for the best possible picture and all that, but it kept holding things up and yet we were the ones who kept getting the blame for it!! Although I got him back by rather publicly pointing out his fly was undone.

Everyone looked beautiful though, as was the ceremony and reception, but most especially the Bride. It's the start of a wedding filled couple of years, I think.

The photo is of us, the Zante Six, which now consists of one married woman, two engaged girls, and three eternal singletons. So much for bridesmaids getting action and romance sparking at weddings.

I have no idea where it'll show up in this post as I'm using the Blogger app for the first time, as Laptop has huffed off again. Joy.

<3 x