Last we spoke I was in BC, getting ready to put on a dress and walk down an aisle. Dress was worn, aisle was walked, flower were held, speech was orated. My duties as a maid of honour are now complete!
My aunt shared her photos with me today so I finally got to see what I looked like all dolled up that day. I flipped through the shots where I made an appearance and laughed out loud when I saw this photo. 1000 words is only the first chapter of what I see here.
Smiley smiley bride, check. Super serious body guard/maid of honour/sister of the bride that you don't want to mess with, CHECK. Here is the photo again, with my two cents.
I think it's clear, my sister rocks the look of the happy happy, glow-y and beautiful in love woman, while I own the don't mess with this chick in a dress who can take you out with a stomp of a heel and strangulation by silk ribbon, look. If you look closely though, the sun is actually shining on MY golden head. Hmm, I think there is a twist to this story.
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