Today we got the last bridesmaid into the dress shop to poke around and decide which of my hideous selections she would wear on the Big Day. Of course I think the dresses look fabulous and the colors are pretty and each ‘maid looks fantastic and so on and so on, and obviously my bestest friends would never tell me if they thought the dresses were horrible, but I have been extremely wary of the whole process. There are so many horror stories out there about friendships ending over this Big Decision. I’m asking them to spend $200 on this piece of fabric they could potentially soak in gasoline and burn as soon as they get home from the party! Talk about stress. Oh dear.But matching shoes are apparently another story. They are all about the shoes.
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