- 4 years ago
Okay, every time I check the front page, there is at least one story about “nightmare” bride/bridesmaid relations, with everyone in the story behaving poorly. It makes me wonder why anyone ever agrees to be in a wedding party or why brides ask women they seem to hate to be their bridesmaids. I just wanted to add some positivity. Being my sister’s Maid/Matron of Honor is amazing. First of all, she said, “Wear whatever dress. It doesn’t matter.” (Spoiler alert: it actually doesn’t matter what a bridesmaid wears.) Instead of dreading spending $200 on something that is clearly a bridesmaid dress that 1) is not flattering 2) can’t be worn again, let’s be honest here, brides, I’m so looking forward to shopping for an awesome, beautiful dress that I can wear for years after the wedding. Thanks, sis!
Additionally, sister and my Future Brother-In-Law are in their 40s and have all the household things that grownups should have purchased by now, so they don’t want a shower. And instead of bachelor/ette parties, they’re just going to have a co-ed low-key party for their friends. Without all the resentfulness-causing nonsense that seems to usually surround this commitment, I’m sincerely excited to help with whatever, even though she’s in a different city. I’m going to fly in for fittings, cake tastings (yum!), etc., no problem.
And I’ve been so lucky in most of my other bridesmaid appearances– dresses that I’ll wear again, sincere gratitude for the showers/bachelorette parties we threw, not getting mad when I admitted that I couldn’t afford to go to out-of-town bachelorette fetes, thoughtful gifts, and a feeling that my friends really just wanted loved ones to stand up for them and be honored as the main support system behind the marriage, rather than be photo props or part of the decor. Guess what? It shows in the pictures. Everyone is having a hell of a good time and looks his/her best. Great memories and stronger friendships all around. 🙂
Though I was a junior bridesmaid in my cousin’s wedding in the early 90s, and that was an uncomfortable satin poofy-sleeved nightmare…thanks to everyone since then for not being a psycho– and the experience was probably the root cause of my sister and I both having the opinion that it’s creepy for grown women to wear the same outfit and have the same hairdo!