Although I am neither bride nor maid of honour, I have the jitters.

Am I worried that the wedding will be a flop?  Hardly.  I don’t even think I will trip while going down the aisle.

Instead I’m worried about strange things:

For example, I went to get my eyebrows waxed yesterday and my usual lady (sounds like I go more often than once every three or four months) wasn’t there.  I froze up and when the perfectly nice lady offered to wax my brows, I told her I’d prefer the usual lady and I actually found myself saying that my preferred lady “knows my brows” as if I have particularly unruly brows, or a weirdly shaped head that my brows have to be shaped specially for.  Luckily my lady was there (she was just away) so that worked out.

I’ve been worried for the past week that the hair appointment that I made at least three months ago will somehow have been cancelled and I’ll end up having to wear my hair in its ubiquitous bun, with tufts of dry hair that refuse to be slicked down springing up everywhere.  I just called to confirm that my appointment is still on so I should be fine in that respect too.

Now I’m second guessing my choice in shoes:  My good old silver standbys that I have worn in two other weddings are the shoes I intend to wear: will the third time not be the charm?  For the first time ever I’m considering bringing back-up shoes in case the moment I put them on the heels fall off.

And the dress.  At least that is a genuine reason for worry:  when I first went for alterations, the dressmaker told me it would have to be taken out, and the straps would have to be adjusted.  A couple of weeks went by and I went for another fitting and at that fitting the dress fit fine but the straps were still troublesome.  Thirty dollars later, the straps are a better length, but now the fit of the top half of the dress has changed:  it’s sort of gape-y and it fits tighter (the latter could be my fault I guess).  The dressmaker’s suggestion was to try wearing a different bra…which is a great suggestion seeing as I do have about 13 different undergarments.  What a shame that they are all the same style. 

So tonight if you see a stressed looking woman with toenails painted a garish pink stomping around the mall carrying the top half of a lavendar coloured gown, kindly step aside and let her pass.  She’s likely to knock you over otherwise.

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