I mean need I say more. I haven’t met one I like.
I call my friend this weekend to tell her the time of a party and she response with the dreaded “we’re trying on dresses” and then as if it could not get any worse “it’s floor length”. I sarcastically ask “Oh and it is pink right?” To my horror she response “YES!”
Not only that, when I finally got all the details she informs me her sister wanted them to get the shoes that you die to match the dress! Imagine pink satin pumps, oh i just had a physical reaction to that. This is a practice I thought died in the Bridesmaids Mutiny of 1989, along with big hair and puffy sleeves.
The above describes the worst possible nightmare of all women who have ever been asked to be a bridesmaid. You know a few things going into it like you are going to pay way to much for the dress, it will be 3-4 sizes too big, you’ll pay way to much to have it tailored, have to buy matching shoes to all the other bridesmaids and that you will NEVER under most normal circumstances wear this rag, ever again. EVEN if you paid upwards of $400 on the whole kit and kaboodle. With all that, you just assume, hope or PRAY that your bride won’t be the one who chooses the shiny, pink, floor-length dress with dies-to-match satin pumps.
And still not ever being 100% sure if she will be YOU except… are you crazy, maybe. Can you afford it, no. But you do it because A. this is your dear friend and B. you are plotting your revenge counter dress, which in my case is that crappy dress you made me wear!