I am just under halfway done with getting myself some bridesmaids. Jen forced my hand last weekend, coming right out and asking “am I going to be in your wedding or what?” I had been avoiding the subject with everyone I know, because… Well, I’d like to say it was because I was waiting for some fabulous, thoughtful way to ask them, but really, I was a little self-consious about asking people I know and like to do stuff for me. Because, if you know me, which you may or may not, I like to do stuff myself. I’m a little uncomfortable asking for help, especially if helping me involves 5 girls in matching tafetta dresses.
At any rate, since Jen got the ball rolling, I now have to ask everyone else as soon as possible, so they won’t find out that I asked Jen and then get all pissy that I didn’t ask them. So Meredith was next on my list, since she happened to be at the restaurant with us. Now, granted, I perhaps could have worded the question a little better. “Do you want to be one of my bridesmaids?” is kind of a dumb question, because really, who WANTS to be a bridesmaid? (Well, Jen apparently does, but I think that’s a fluke.) But Mereidth’s response was not exactly what I was expecting, nor what I needed to hear so early in the asking-the-bridesmaids process. Meredith, of course, agreed to be a bridesmaid, however reluctantly, but now I’m sure I will break out in a cold sweat while asking the other ones.
Thanks a lot Meredith. Meet your new bridesmaid dress. Hope you like it. I know that I told you that you could pick out your own dress, but I changed my mind because I just think you’re going to look fabulous as a ballerina. I think this one has a gigantic ass-bow, too.
P.S. For your reference: 19 Ways to Indulge the Bride. This is your new bible.
