And we'll make a lovely dress for Cinderelly...

As a little girl, one of my ultimate goals in life was to be a flower girl. I even wrote an entire book about it, which Mom was kind enough to save. But alas, that was a dream that was never realized, and I will go to my grave bemoaning that fact. Unless someone out there is looking for a flower girl who happens to be in her mid-20's.

But I have stood up as bridesmaid in two weddings, and this fall it will be 3, since my college roommate, Sharyn, was crazy enough to ask me to stand up in her wedding.

I've learned a few things from the previous weddings I've bridesmaid-ed at:

1) I always have a look of terror on my face as I begin to walk down the aisle.

2) About halfway down the aisle I realize have a look of terror on my face and try to hastily paste on a crazed smile. Unfortunately by the time this happens, only the first two aisles are privy to my manic grin.

3) I cry at all weddings.

4) It's hard to conceal Kleenex on yourself when all you have is a bouquet in your hands.

5) People don't like it when one of the bridesmaids pulls Kleenex out of her cleavage in front of the entire audience.

Okay, so I've never stuffed Kleenex down the front of my dress (for a wedding), but I imagine that it's a bad idea.

For Sharyn's wedding I have found a solution to the Kleenex dilemma - my dress has pockets.

I still need to work on that look of terror thing though.