Gosh these pics don’t half make me feel happy.
These are the pics of me all dolled up to be Bridesmaid for a wonderful friend of mine at the end of September. I wasn’t in a great place at the time, and anyone who has been part of a Wedding will know the whole process start to finish is an emotional rollercoaster at the best of times, but isn’t it funny how once a few weeks have past any memories of stress or anxiety melt away and all you’re left with are happy memories and a warm fuzzy glow? Planning someone else’s Wedding isn’t easy when you only called off your own not too long ago, and realising you’ll be attending solo instead of part of a couple is something that creeps up on you unexpectedly. Like, literally wakes you up in the middle of the night one time! Then of course there is the usual chaos of getting everything organised, made harder when you’re scattered across the country, and the worry that you might get something wrong or let someone down. Especially when you’re in charge of the playlist – something close to my heart that I took very seriously! Oh, and then there was the fact that it only dawned on me the night before that I was going to have to walk down the aisle! I mean, I didn’t want to walk down the aisle at my OWN Wedding! Because everyone would be watching, and how would I know what to do with my arms? Or my face? What do I normally do with my arms and my face?? I literally have no idea. I’m not entirely certain how this fact had managed to escape me for so long, but it led to some last minute nerves, let me tell you!
Anyway, all of that is a distant memory now, and all I think of when I look at these pictures is how wonderful it was to be a part of their big day, and to be welcomed into the open arms of someone’s family, and to get to spend so much time with some of my favourite people in the world.
As Bridesmaids, collectively, we could not be more different (apart from our love of fizz, dancing, and 80’s and 90’s cheese – we were all very much aligned on this) and yet we managed to get through the process without fractions or fights or too many tears – not sad ones, anyway. These gorgeous Monsoon dresses, which should have been a nightmare given that we were all completely different shapes and sizes, were purchased in record time, meaning a day set aside for shopping was actually spend drinking cocktails and eating Thai food – we should have know right then that we were a dream team really! They certainly aren’t classic ‘Bridesmaid’ attire, but nothing about this Wedding was particularly ordinary and I think that’s what I loved the most about it.
Best of all, I was worried that my emotional stability throughout the whole thing might have been denial and that I was due a huge meltdown any moment, but that moment didn’t come. Sure, I had moments of nostalgia and the odd twinge of sadness about what might have been, but more often than not I found myself hoping my own Wedding, which will happen when the time is right, would be just as beautiful and loving and fun as this one. Hope wasn’t something I’d felt in a while back then, but I felt it in spades that weekend, and even more so now.
Here’s hoping (see what I did there??) that continues!