This is Bridesmaid A on her wedding day in 2009. Isn’t she beautiful?
Photo by Bridesmaid J
I was not a bridesmaid in her wedding, but I was helping out with last-minute details, setting up the reception area, all that good stuff…and about an hour before pre-ceremony family portraits were supposed to begin, A looked in the mirror and did not like what she saw. She had bought one of those corset-type bras for under her dress, and it was doing something weird. She couldn’t get married like this! Naturally, because I knew it would someday make an awesome story since she was the bride and brides need to be kept happy, I offered up my strapless bra as her “something borrowed.” The dress looked better, she looked happier; crisis averted! She got married, we partied, and I went boobs akimbo while we all did the “Superfreak” dance.
Thus began a strange tradition. Back in February, A called me and offered to send me the corset bra from her wedding. I hadn’t planned on buying one; I was just going to wear a strapless bra (incidentally, the same one she borrowed from me—man, I need to go bra shopping more often), but I accepted. We’re about the same size, so it should fit fine.
So lookie what came in the mail.
There you have it: my something borrowed. You better believe I’m passing it on after the wedding if BM A doesn’t want it back.
What’s the best wedding story you have?