Ooh! I'm going to Hervey Bay this weekend... to a wedding. I love weddings. I'm one of those girls that, whilst I myself am definitely not up for marriage any time soon, weddings really do bring a tear to my eye.
Even though I'm just girlfriend of the Best Man (mind you, still a rather prestigious position...) I've put myself in proxy wedding fever trying to find a dress (because I, like, can't wear black to a wedding, and I can't wear red if the bridesmaids are all wearing green, TOTALLY!! :confused
, and after finding a teal dress (boys, that's bluey green in boylanguage) I've discovered that the vacuously vapid fashion world has foiled me again by persuading the shop assistants that since Cleo says that teal is in for Spring, green shoes can't POSSIBLY be seen in their store until Saturday. AARGH! Die Die Die all vapid fashionista wannabes.
(after ten grueling hours likened to a cross-Saharan trek with no food, no water, accompanied by a band of accordion playing monkies on amphetamines, I found pretty shoes... the last pair... because teal was like, SO in for autumn... WHAT?!) Why do we put ourselves through this?
Is it because we all know the bride is going to look fabulous and we don't want to be shown up? Or are weddings the inexplicable woman-vs-woman primal competition to fight it out for the males of the species? Are we jealous of the happy couple and wish to be next? Or do we just want to break some hearts to prove that we're NOTHING like that soppy married bliss? I have no idea. I do, however, have a nice green grownup dress and pretty shoes. Now all I need is a bag. *sigh* More shop assistants...
So I shall post pictures of the wedding next week. Whee! Romance n stuff!
Even though I'm just girlfriend of the Best Man (mind you, still a rather prestigious position...) I've put myself in proxy wedding fever trying to find a dress (because I, like, can't wear black to a wedding, and I can't wear red if the bridesmaids are all wearing green, TOTALLY!! :confused
, and after finding a teal dress (boys, that's bluey green in boylanguage) I've discovered that the vacuously vapid fashion world has foiled me again by persuading the shop assistants that since Cleo says that teal is in for Spring, green shoes can't POSSIBLY be seen in their store until Saturday. AARGH! Die Die Die all vapid fashionista wannabes.
(after ten grueling hours likened to a cross-Saharan trek with no food, no water, accompanied by a band of accordion playing monkies on amphetamines, I found pretty shoes... the last pair... because teal was like, SO in for autumn... WHAT?!) Why do we put ourselves through this?
Is it because we all know the bride is going to look fabulous and we don't want to be shown up? Or are weddings the inexplicable woman-vs-woman primal competition to fight it out for the males of the species? Are we jealous of the happy couple and wish to be next? Or do we just want to break some hearts to prove that we're NOTHING like that soppy married bliss? I have no idea. I do, however, have a nice green grownup dress and pretty shoes. Now all I need is a bag. *sigh* More shop assistants...
So I shall post pictures of the wedding next week. Whee! Romance n stuff!
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