Bad Bride!
I’ve only ever been a bridesmaid to my sister 2 years ago and my Aunt when I was 8.
My sister called me on the phone to tell me she was engaged and said, “you’ll be a bridesmaid right”? I’m not going to lie to you, I was (and still kinda am) a bit bitter about not being her maid of honor. But I didn’t see anything odd or strange about how she asked me to be part of her wedding party.
When Mr.D’orsay proposed I had just torn all the ligaments in my ankle, was on painkillers for a week and was about to pack my entire house in a day and drive back to Maryland from Miami.
I’d like to think I asked MOH MB over the phone-but I’m pretty sure it was on Gchat.
Beth – in Australia? maybe it was skype, maybe it was gchat. Though I’m pretty sure it was a facebook message.
My sister? I either called or emailed.
Rachel, my cousin? I believe I facebook messaged her as well.
WHOOPS!
In retrospect I REALLY wish I had the foresight to have done something as sweet as this
or this
or this.
To make myself feel better I’m chalking it up to a rookie mistake, because I’m the first of my friends to be married. The real shame is I only had one chance to ask these women to stand up with Mr.D’orsay and I on our special day. Not only that, but to be there throughout all the DIY procrastination, dress shopping and the hunt for the elusive kitten heel gold d’orsays we’ve been searching for.
Anyone else make my rookie mistake? Please still love me 
