Over recent months – with my school reunion looming – a LOT of old photographs have been shared. Fortunately I don’t mind a laugh so I haven’t been too worried. (Scary hairstyles aside!)
The timing also coincided with my brother and sister-in-law’s 25th wedding anniversary which means I’ve been reminded of ALL of my outings as a bridesmaid – firstly for my brother and sister-in-law and twice for school friends.
I should mention all of my bridesmaiding* took place back in the 1990s, which explains the dresses and perms!
It’s an honour, I realise, to be asked. And each time I’ve been asked, I’ve been truly grateful. (Despite my friends’ penchant for pastels!) However, although I’m never gonna give whatzit in the movie 27 Dresses a run for her money it occurred to me the old adage is true:
Three times a bridesmaid, never a bride…
Perhaps I jinxed myself. It’s a good thing I haven’t got my glory box waiting. 😉
Do you believe in wedding folklore?
Ever been a bridesmaid? (Or Groomsman?)
PS. Pictures blurred to protect the
PPS. No taffeta was harmed during the drafting of this post.
* Inventing new verbs.
Linking up with Trish from My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday.