Monthly Archives: April 2011

Being Life-Size Barbies

Being a bridesmaid means that you have a lot jobs to play.  You’re a friend, a cheerleader, a supporter, a pair of ears for listening, a computer to do research on any wedding topic, sometimes a dose of reality (though I really haven’t had to do that at all since C is pretty darn realistic and grounded), and a barbie doll.  Yes, a barbie doll.  What else do you think bridesmaids are when you have to pick out dresses?

When I had to pick out dresses for my wedding, I didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes.  I looked at it through the life philosophy that these ladies were my friends and were doing me a huge honor by standing with me as I married Mr. Library.  Why on earth would I want to be a dictator about what they had to wear?  I decided to choose the length and the color and then let them have at it.  I did, however, want the dresses to come from the same store to make sure the colors were really the same color.  It worked out fine, and strangely, even though I was totally for everyone getting the dresses they wanted, they all decided to get the exact same one.  They even asked me if that was okay!  If it made them happy, I was happy.  I even found a way for my sister to match but stand out in her MOH dress.I don’t care how many times I see this picture; it always makes me laugh!

It was essentially the same for Mrs. Sox’s wedding.  She decided to put us in pink and what the length of our dresses was to be, and POOF!  We could do what we wanted.  I really like my dress from her wedding, and I am wearing it this May when I chaperon prom!I have to admit that I like being the one who is playing Barbie a lot more than being the one who has to make all of the decisions.  When you are the bride, people look to you for every little decision.  If you don’t like something, they want to know.  I honestly didn’t care if their dresses matched; I just wanted them to be happy and comfortable.  So when Miss C said it was time to go dress shopping, I was excited.  I had been working out some to get in better shape, so my self esteem was a little higher, which was good since I had to share one dressing room with the rest of her sisters.  Undressing in front of my husband?  Fine.  Undressing in front of people you only somewhat know?  A different story.

We began our search at our local David’s Bridal.  C had set up an appointment and had asked her sisters to meet us there.  Everyone was there on time and ready to try on dresses.  Though C had clearly told David’s Bridal that there were three of us, they only reserved one room, but we Tim Gunn’ed it and “made it work.”  Our attendant came over to get our sizes and what styles we had in mind.  We all tended to pick out the same styles, but we were certainly a broad range of sizes, anywhere from size 4 to 16.  When the attendant brought the dresses back, we had a hard time because he would give us the right styles in the wrong sizes.  If I wanted to try on style A in a size 10, he would bring it in a size 16.  It got a little frustrating.

One of the first dresses I tried on was this number:

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Sure, it looks cute on her, but you see that hand on her hip?  It’s hiding something.  It’s hiding the fact that this dress has awkward pockets that make even me – who has no hips at all – look like I am trying to smuggle a yard stick out of the store.  It just wasn’t happening.  Even though I could have worn a bra with straps with it, it was nixed.

The second dress turned out to be better, thankfully.

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This wasn’t one of my original picks, but when C’s sisters both tried it on and liked it, I figured it was worth a shot.  Thank goodness I did because it turned out to be the last dress I would put on.  For some reason, the attendant was very good at bringing Bridesmaid A’s requested dresses and sizes, but not mine.  I figured that the dress looked good enough on me, it was comfortable, and I wasn’t showcasing a ton of cleavage.  Win, win, win!  Plus, C had a coupon to allow all of us to take $20 off of the price tag because she bought her dress from David’s Bridal, so that dropped my dress to $79!  Score!

C’s sisters, after much deliberation and thinking about what would work best for C, decided to go with the same dress as well.  The other ones they had in mind, they decided, were too “party” or “club.”  I had to agree with their judgment.  It also made it easier to tell C’s other sister, who lives in California, what her dress has to look like.  For what I hear, this sister can be hard to reason with when it comes to clothes, so whatever makes it easier is great.

Before we could order our dresses, there was one final decision to be made.  What color?  C had already decided to put her sisters in cornflower blue: But she was still a little on the fence about me.  She had mentioned before that she might want me to stand out as Maid of Honor, and if that’s what she wanted, I was happy to do it.  Heck, she could have put me in a plastic bag and I would have been okay with it!  She finally decided to put me in a different color altogether, and asked me to wear clover to match the color scheme of their invitations.

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I love the look of these colors together.  I think they’re going to be perfect for an outdoor wedding in August!  Don’t you think so?

With those decisions made, we paid for our dresses and received our “will be here by” dates.  Mine actually came in about two months early, which was a good thing because it was the wrong size.  The attendant had measured me wrong, so I needed to order one size up.  It wasn’t because I had gained weight… unless I gained a rib somewhere I’m not aware of… But now, two dresses later, we’re in business!  Now I just need to get my dress altered… hmmm…