Flower girl, usher, and now a bridesmaid for the fifth time. This is not my first rodeo. I have been standing up in weddings for as long as I can remember. For as long as I could walk, really. I know there are steep bridal party costs that come with saying yes to the dress. But I said yes anyway.
It happened on Halloween. First, I pulled out a beautiful candle. Then, a few sweets tumbled out. Then, a Ring Pop with a note attached to it. Will you be my bridesmaid? My instinct was to say no to the expense. This would be my fifth bridesmaid dress. Five dresses I’ll never wear again. Assuredly, the road to financial independence is not paved with taffeta. But when I saw the look of anticipation on my cousin’s face, I couldn’t help but squeal a yes. Continue reading “Yes to the Bridesmaid Dress Again”