What is it about weddings that turns even the most stylish Bridezilla into a peach-chiffon, pouffed sleeve-loving psycho who feels it her matrimonial duty to foist her unwitting "friends" into ugly bridesmaid dresses?
The following gallery is brimming with ugly bridesmaid dresses that loyal friends have had to weather for a full twelve hours as their duty to their "bestie".
I find it mildly disconcerting that one of my friends proclaimed that when she finally takes a stroll down the aisle (next September), that her bridesmaids will be adorned in hideously ugly bridesmaid dresses so that "in comparison, I will look that much hotter on my wedding day". As one of her chosen bridesmaids, I fear that our friendship may suffer a sudden death before I stuff myself into any one of the aforementioned ugly bridesmaid dresses.
Incidentally, the peach-chiffon, pouffed-sleeve loving psycho I was talking about? She happens to be my soon-to-be-married bestie.
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