I’ve stood up in a handful of weddings in my day. Okay, more than a handful. I’ve also had the pleasure of walking down the aisle once myself. One wedding was enough planning, stress, lace and chair covers for my lifetime. Even if my beloved and cherished husband one day decides to leave me for a 24-year-old yoga instructor nicknamed “Tiff”, I will never marry again.
Unless it’s to Channing Tatum, because duh.
Since I’m almost 40 I assumed that this whole bridesmaid business was behind me. You know what they say about when you assume… Read More →