There’s a saying about buses and how there’s never one around when you want one, and then two arrive at once. Now I wouldn’t know anything about that as I don’t do buses, apart from the ones at the airport that you really have no choice about, and I still complain about those. The point is, I’m starting to think that it’s the same with being asked to be a bridesmaid.
The last time I was a bridesmaid it was 2002, and I have to say, I thought that was my final go. It was my fourth time as the flower-wielding, dress-holding, tissue-waving support act and I loved every minute of it. However, with my two best friends married off, I thought I’d probably done my bit for the sisterhood.
I have attended many other perfectly lovely weddings as a guest, but it’s just not the same as being on the inside. Being part of the ‘bridal party’. Getting to sit at the top table. Feeling obliged to crack open the champagne the minute you arrive at the hairdressers.
And let’s not forget, when you’re merely a guest, you have to buy your own dress!
When my sister announced her engagement a few months ago, I did think that she’d probably bypass me and go straight for the cute factor by asking my twin daughters to be flower girls. But no. It seems she wanted the old girl after all.
I like to think it’s because she couldn’t imagine walking down the aisle without her big sister at her side to support her, but if I’m honest, it’s probably got more to do with the fact that unlike my daughters, I’m toilet trained and can be safely left at a table with a knife and fork.
So, bridesmaid duties take 5 are starting to take shape. My sister has seen a dress for her and dresses for us. Frankly, I’m not sure she needs my help at all given there’s another 13 months to go until the wedding and aside from sending out the invites, she seems to have it all under control. However, I am a bridesmaid, and I’m sure that nearer the time, I will be an invaluable asset in the dress-holding and tissue-waving department.
It was all exciting stuff and I was pretty happy with the situation. I had something really lovely to look forward to being a part of.
And then my best friend asked me if I’d be her bridesmaid. Next year. In Sydney.
Well, what’s a girl to do…
Simple really. Start looking at flights. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.