This is something I wanted to get off of my chest before officially starting recaps. It is one of those things that “went wrong on the big day” and was difficult to let go when looking back to our wedding. It is something I gave two minutes of my mind to on the big day, but left a bitter taste on my mouth when thinking about it in the weeks after the wedding. However, it’s something I am over now and don’t want to dwell on during my recaps because in the big picture, it is meaningless.
It has to do with bridesmaids.
Once upon a time I wrote about asking my bridesmaids, but unlike with our groomsmen, I never actually talked about them. I asked five of my girlfriends to be bridesmaids, and although they all enthusiastically said yes, I knew they had busy lives and things could go wrong. And they went wrong.
It all started in August when two of them (who are in the busy intern stage of med-school in the center of the country) let me know they had a test scheduled for the day of my wedding. And this was no ordinary test—it would decide the course of their careers. I was sad and bitter and allowed myself a few miserable days thinking they wouldn’t be there. However, there was nothing we could do. They were not setting their career back a year to come to my wedding—there was no question there—but we were all very sad and disappointed about the whole situation.
And then there were three. I held on to the silver lining thinking “now it will all be matching, cause we’ll have three bridesmaids and three groomsmen””¦not quite.
You see, my girls decided I would pick a fabric and they’ll go the custom road with it. I picked the fabric in August and nagged them about getting their dresses done for months, but at some point I just gave up. I had a wedding to plan you know? It was not until the week before the wedding (you read that right, eight days before the wedding!) that two of them told me they were getting measured”¦WHAT?! Simultaneously the third one was calling me to ask me if she could add another kind of fabric to the mix…WHAT?! At this point there was too much going on on the wedding front, so I had no time to worry about it and let it slide.
The day of the wedding the girls showed up three hours late, one was wearing a dress that might or might not have included the champagne colored fabric I chose, the other two were wearing black—and one of those was not even a dress. There was no time to find out the what’s or why’s. I allowed myself to be upset for a minute and then took all my emotions and locked them in a drawer. We had 30 minutes left of sunlight and guests were about to arrive, so we needed to get pictures ASAP.
The wedding went on and it was perfect. It was not until days later that all those feelings came rushing back. I once wrote about the fact that the only thing I asked from my bridesmaids was to show up and wear similar dresses because, not having an actual “job” for them, as it happens traditionally, I just wanted pretty match-y pictures. I dreaded looking at wedding pictures after this, and when we got our proofs I rushed through the ones with them. I was sad and bitter and yes, disappointed.
Being honest, I always knew there was a chance of this happening. There is always a chance of something not going as planned with them, but this was my wedding day and I really expected them to make an extra effort.
It still saddens me when I read about dress picking experiences, or getting ready recaps with all the girls, or even bachelorettes. I didn’t have any of that, and I really wish I had. Somewhere really deep inside me I’ll always regret missing that.
It took me a couple of weeks, but I just let it go. Something like this was not going to ruin our friendship. A part of me still wishes I could have better pictures of us (it was not just the outfits—the short amount of time and poor lighting didn’t allow a lot of great pics from us), but it the end it was OK. It didn’t ruin our wedding and it’s something we couldn’t change.
A few days ago, when looking at our wedding pics, my cousin told me how perfect everything was: the food, the music, the venue”¦except the bridesmaids. Hey—if the only thing that was not perfect was that my bridesmaids didn’t match, I’ll take it any day. Gotta pick your battles.
So, now you’ll know the story behind the Toadstool bridesmaids’ out-of-place outfits.
Did you suffer any disappointments regarding your wedding? Did you feel like you missed anything from the “bridal experience?”