When you wake up on your own wedding day, it’s a little surreal. It seems like an ordinary day. The weather is, well, the weather (whatever that may be), the clock runs at just the same speed. But there is something different about it. There’s an electricity in the air. There is the sense of waiting and excitement. There’s love and nervousness and a sense of waiting.
When you wake up in the morning on someone else’s wedding day, the feelings of nervousness, excitement, love, joy, waiting, and electricity are still there, but they are different. I found myself trying to make every one of those feelings something positive, and if I found something that needed to be fixed, the bride was not to know about it. This was Miss Sox’s wedding day, and gosh darn it, I was going to do my best to make it run as smoothly and perfectly as it could be.
What made me take this on? Well, firstly my love for Miss Sox and Mr. Sox. Secondly, she had done the same for me at my wedding. And thirdly, if I didn’t feel that way, why on earth was I a bridesmaid?
The shower was the first thing on everyone’s mind. Having hair that simply will not curl if it has been washed on the day of, I decided to skip my hair and take a super quick body shower. Mr. Library decided to wait until all of the girls were out of the house getting their hair done. What can I say? I married a smarty. Sistah Sox and Mommy Sox had run out to get bagels and coffee for everyone, which was greatly appreciated and scarfed down before we jumped into two cars to head to the hair salon. Miss Sox had been gracious enough to schedule us all hair appointments, and since the price was reasonable, I decided to treat myself to a lovely updo for the occasion.
Here is one of my ridiculous admissions for the day: I really really really wanted to be in the bride’s car on the way to the hair salon. Sure, I would have gotten there and been with Miss Sox eventually, but I wanted to be there for everything. I didn’t want to miss parts because I was in another car. I suppose it goes back to my “absent bridesmaid” guilt for living so far away. I didn’t want to miss anything else. I ended up firmly stating that I was riding in Miss Sox’s car, and everything worked out fine. But I knew I just needed to be in that car.
Once we arrived at the hair salon, we were greeted by the head stylist. Miss Sox was placed in the chair first, all of the girls oohing and aahing over her and asking questions about the wedding. We set down all of our stuff in the upstairs area and then settled in. I, of course, took photos of the whole event. Pro photographer? Pffff. Didn’t need it!
Eventually the other car full of bridesmaids showed up and joined in on the celebration.Miss Sox had decided to do an updo with side braids leading into the back. It took an awful lot of curling and hairspray, but it was a work of art when it was finished.Miss Sox then moved into a side seat and let the rest of us get underway. I had no idea what I wanted, but with only two stylists for the seven of us, I had plenty of time to think about it… though I still through up my hands and told the stylist to do whatever she wanted. I did, however, warn her that my hair was super heavy and didn’t curl well. She failed to listen. Later in the evening, my hair failed to stay in place. See the common word here?Dory and Sistah Sox hopped into the chairs and got some amazingly comical hairstyles while the whole look came together. We told Sistah Sox she should just leave it, but I think she had other plans.With the sun and humidity on full blast outside, the salon had their A/C cranked up to work against it. Some of us got a little chilly, so the head stylist offered Bridesmaid Trouble a wrap. Plus it had pockets that acted like mittens!
Eventually, with her hair finally set, it was time to put Miss Sox’s veil on. I was instructed to get a shot of it, and boy, do I love this photo.
Veil in place, Miss Sox went back to her side seat to let the rest of us finish. Her phone decided it was time to alert her to fact that her wedding cake hadn’t been picked up. It should have been picked up around an hour and a half before then, and when no one came to claim it, the baker got worried. It turns out that the cousin who was supposed to pick up the cake was actually standing in the shop waiting to be helped when the phone call was made. Miss Sox remained calm through it all, and the cake ended up where it needed to be.See that paper on her lap? Yep, that is the letter she wrote for Mr. Sox. They had decided to do a first look, and while it seems like it is frowned upon to write your own vows in a Catholic ceremony (if I’m wrong, someone can surely correct me), they decided to use the first look as an opportunity to write a letter instead. I loved the idea and wish I had come up with it myself!
With only one bridesmaid left in the chair, our car decided to head back to Miss Sox’s house to grab lunch, finish her letter, and start the getting ready process. It was almost time to change from fancy hairdos to fancy ladies!
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