Bridesmaid Helping Bride Get Dressed
Time seemed to slow down and then suddenly speed up. I went from sitting around and chatting with MOH R and Bridesmaid A to suddenly realizing that I needed to get my dress on, now. The only reason I knew we were behind schedule was because I made the schedule and was the person running the show since our coordinator N was busy setting up at the park.
I remember mumbling something like, “Oh shit, I need to get ready. Is everyone else already dressed" Where’s Uncle L with the car…"” If you’d asked me at any point between our engagement and our wedding day if I thought I would be late to my own wedding, I would’ve looked at you like you were crazy…and yet here we were, on the cusp of being late.
I’d had the forethought to steam my dress and veil during some downtime while MOH R was getting her makeup done, so it was waiting for me hanging from a window in the sunroom.

I wriggled into it and then got MOH R and Bridesmaid A’s help lacing it up. I had a photo of the corset back that the bridal salon took for me, but the best instructions I could give them were to just tie it like shoes.
The best barometer I have of my mood on my wedding day is my ears. I don’t blush in my cheeks—just my ears—so the redder they are, the more nervous I usually am. See the above photo" Super red ears.

MOH R helped me straighten my dress and dabbed foundation on some bug...