I am a bridesmaid. For the first time. I’m more of a boy’s girl than a girl’s girl. Hence, I’ve never been in a wedding. I’m sure all of you know this, but weddings are a butt-ton of work. I sort of knew this, but now I really know this…and I’m only really involved in planning the pre-wedding events.
Anyway, wedding craziness is not the point of this post…but the bridesmaid dress I chose is. I went dress shopping with the future Mrs. to try on dresses in the color scheme of the wedding (weddings have color schemes, if you did not know this). In this particular dress store, the different styles are named…well, names. Normal people names.
I try on a few but only one really looks good on me…it even goes with the cowboy boots I’m wearing (this is a very important qualification of any dress I own). As I’m wearing it, staring in the mirror, my friend asks if I noticed the name of the dress.
I had not.
It’s my sister’s name.