I have two really amazing sisters—we’re only a year and a half apart, each. Here’s a picture of us:
Oh wait, this picture is from Halloween over 17 years ago! Apparently, I was a bride and my two sisters were my bridesmaids—that’s Sister E on the left and Sister A on the right. I love our bouquets and hair bows, but clearly the best part is the turtleneck underneath my frilly dress. Halloween in Wisconsin is cold!
I tried to find some more recent pictures of us, but somehow all the pictures of us either involve hiking or running. For real, I have dozens of pictures of us in the Blue Ridge Mountains, doing 5Ks, off on training runs, etc., but nothing formal. Here’s one shot I found from Christmas a few years ago. Sister A (the youngest) is the tallest on the left and Sister E is on the right. Oh, and that’s my little brother creeping in the background. Classic.
Besides the whole “who gets the ring?” question, a lot of people have been interested in who our bridal party will be and what the people in it will be called. We had a very well-meaning vendor ask us if we’d be having “groomsmen.” Not quite.
Image via Klobb’s Posterous
Since we’re going to be having a smaller wedding, we didn’t want to have a humongous bridal party. I think its lovely when a couple has so many close friends and relatives that they love so much, that they end up with a huge bridal party. But, we wanted to deliberately keep it small because of our smaller sized guest list and because we wanted to keep the pre-wedding fuss (showers, bachelorettes, dress shopping, etc.) to a minimum.
If you’re following me here, you know I left off at the agony of trying to decide on my side of the wedding party. After talking about the sibling dilemma ad nauseum with a lot of people in my life, I took a risk and decided to just ask Brother N to be in my wedding party…and he nonchalantly declined.
Image by Natalie Dee