Ok so that was totally supposed to be a take on the "always a bridesmaid, never a bride" saying but I ...well nevermind.
Let me just say that for the first time in my 37 years I have been asked to be a bridesmaid. Which strikes me as kind of odd. Because it seems that every other woman has been a bridesmaid once. If not several times. And me ? Nope. Well there was that one time. But I'm not even really sure you can count that. Because I was more like a witness and I don't think you really have bridesmaids at a spur of the moment wedding on a dock.
Anyway, who knows, I possibly made this whole everyone's-been-a-bridesmaid-but-me thing up in my mind. It doesn't matter.
What really matters is: Holy shit, I am going to be in somebody's pictures that their kids, their grandkids, and grandkids kids will look at forever (way to turn this in to all about me, right?).
As you can imagine panic has set in because ,ugh, the chubs still haunt me. And a dress...oh don't even get me started on a dress. And shoes and accessories. There are so many choices (my wonderful girlfriend has only specified that the dresses be black but we get to pick the style. LOVE HER!)
Right now at this moment I'm loving this
with this jewelry
but holy pudge squishing out of the top of the dress...
Or there's this
But I've never been a fan of BABs (big ass bows). And then there is still that problem of pudge squishing out of the top. Of one side anyway. And maybe this is less wedding but more hoochie. I can't be sure.
(Yay!?Nay !? Other dress ideas?... HALP!)
Ok so maybe the wedding isn't until September and maybe just maybe I'll be all tight bodied by then and will invite all of you to come bounce quarters off my abs.
and that's a big if
I can rock this dress in a six by then
and I'm saying this quietly
I'll post a picture.