Weddings

Sometimes you wake up in a bad mood and other times bad moods are thrust upon you. My bad mood came with one word - Periwinkle.

Once upon a time my sister Chrissie fell in love. She fell far and lucky for the guy fell with her. She waited for him on his mission and in turn he waited for her. Now that she is home, he has proposed and she has consented to m-word him. (In a Shakespeare play this would be marked in the script as an aside) (So - aside - she got engaged Friday and today is the one month mark for her to be home from her mission) (moving a little fast? Ya - just maybe)


All of this fairy tale leads to one thing. A wedding. I hate weddings. It is so much stressed packed into "the happiest day of your life." What a bunch of bull - honky.



Now, some may say that I am just jealous that my sister has found her prince charming and will be getting her happily ever after. Good for her, I still hate weddings. It isn't a jealousy thing, it is a here we go again only this time I am stuck in the middle and can't get out.



First, there is the planning. No matter if you have five months or three weeks, there is still X amount of work to be done in not enough time. You have everything to worry about that is involved in a wedding. You have flowers, pictures, dresses, food, reception hall, invitations, shoes, colors, food, decorations, hairstyle, food, and the fact that you are getting over your head in a whole lot of commitment for a really long time to deal with. If that doesn't stop your heart or make you head spin, you have people to worry about. Uncle Timmy can't be in the sun too long so there should be chairs out of the sun, or Aunt Myrtle simple can't eat cashews so please no cashews or be sure to invite Cousin Voldemort, he's been so lonely lately. So much for the happiest day of your life. You must accommodate to what everyone wants or expects at what expense? At your expense.
Do you have a headache yet? Let me help.

Periwinkle.

Weddings are tough on the bride and groom. Here they genuinely want to get married and society and mother-in-laws have placed an obstacle course ahead of you. Survival of the fittest at its best. The bride has built up so much anger and frustration that she won't take out on the man who will be her forever or his family so where does she turn? The bridesmaids.
You see, this is her day, she is the princess, she is look to fabulous, and she is THE BRIDE. Don't you dare mess with that type of authority. Don't you dare look prettier, dress fancier, or smile bigger. This is her day and **profanity** all eyes will be on her. One problem, on average you have 2 to 3 young girls following the bride everywhere and believe it or not 9 out of 10 times they are still available. Never fear, the bride has a counter attack.
Brides








Maids









Dresses.








Like I said, periwinkle. PERIWINKLE.
Mid-calf to full length, head to toe, Periwinkle.

Best part about brides maid dresses is that you can shorten them and wear them again later.

Shoot me now.