25th August 2018
I was discussing Wedding's with some friends the other day. and we asked each other how many times we had been bridesmaid's at other people's wedding's, I have a couple of time's for family member's we all started to reminisce about the past, who was drunk and fell over and who got there marriage vows wrong at the most important time, and what the hell did she have on, just the usual naughty gossip, that we sometimes go on about. I listen to the other ladies story's and laughed along with the group, I of course and recounted a very special story of my own I was about 11 and was a Bridesmaid, for a family member, I was so excited to be in a Princess Dress and shoes and felt very special, we went to the hairdressers and I had my hair blow dried in the 80's fashion, had my nails painted and some slight make up done, in my hair was a lovely floral clip, I felt Great. We got in the car and us girls were pushed and shoved into a car that was far to small for our frilly dresses. After what seemed like an eternity, I could see the steeple of the church in the distance, yes I was squashed in the middle seat, when we arrived at the church, the chief bridesmaid got out and then I did, all of a sudden I felt a fist punch me on my arm she accused me of stamping on her dress, I didn't touch her dress, she went on and on like a stuck record all the way down the aisle and during the service she was whispering under her breath hissing like a nasty snake, she was the fakest person on the planet all nice to my family then giving me dirty looks all through the photographs, her dress by the way was absolutely fine I hadn't touch it and there was no damage.
We were on our way to the reception venue I didn't really want to get in the same car as her, but I had no choice, as I stepped out of the car to go into the hotel she stamped on my dress picked it up ripped the frill at the bottom right off so it was dragging on the floor, got her heel on her shoe and put it clean through the white hoop skirt underneath, where the wire came poking out and that started to drag on the floor behind me, she then walked past me and said "see how you like it" my dress was damaged and her's was immaculate, when I walked up to my family they looked horrified and I said "look what she did to my dress", no one of course believed me, when she was questioned she said I ripped my own dress "why the hell would I do that", I thought. after the Wedding my Princess bridesmaid dress hung in my wardrobe damaged and torn and every time I looked at it I remembered that Bad Bridesmaid's face. In the end it ended up with a charity. I am so sure that every bridesmaid around the world has had a Bad Bridesmaid story of there very own they want to share.