As a girl who fears that her friends do not really like her it was rather frightening. Well obviously they tolerate me in social situations but my actual friends? Well, sure enough to ask but still worried they might say no and laugh at the thought.
So I finally plucked up the courage to ask my comrades for their hands in weddingness. A nervous girl sat before each wonderful girl with her heart a fluttering on three separate occasions. Three separate occasions which did nothing for my health! Luckily the ladies do not really know each other so I was able space out these meetings over the last two months.
Yet, why was I worried? I was stupid. I should have realised people actually want to be involved in my life. I am not an island! Talk about making a girl ecstatically happy, perhaps more excited than when Bean proposed! They are beautiful, intelligent and above all freakin' awesome.
I now have three (for the even numbers frighten me so) fabulous ladies in waiting, in anticipation. Wonderful ladies who are forever texting me and emailing me with their ideas and their support. I could not have chosen better. They say, "I care not what you make me wear." and "I will wear peach taffeta for you." They squeal with excitement when I discuss my ideas and then offer me their help with wedding woes! I love you. They shall be known forthwith as The Giggler, The Mouse and The Marathon. Maybe a post about said names shall be in the offing!
So happy days and a happy Na. Happy as a girl wearing a cape playing with miniature roses with her teeny tiny brother! Now I just need to nag the Bean into deciding upon a Best Man. Gah! Just decide, boy. Or at least set the contenders a set of Herculean tasks to whittle down your choices!
Check out my amazing blue cape fashioned from a scarf, of course, and my crazy awesome boots!
P.S. I may have visited a dress maker. Oh the excitement. Would you like to know more? (V. Starship Troopers!)