wedding bliss and make-up miss

Saturday was a beautiful day, my stunning oldest sister got married. The weather was perfect and the bride was just incredible (not bias at all). Beautiful flowers, table setting, cars, service, and people (for the most part). The exhausting thing which puts a dampener on days like this is annoying individuals who feel the need to make repeated tall comments or ask stupid questions. Being the youngest of three girls and the only one not married everyone has decided it’s my turn next which it could be eventually, but where is the hurry!? I could not escape inappropriate prying questions all day. Lucky for the most part I found it funny as I got amusement by giving equally inappropriate answers.

The make-up artist who came to make us pretty was vile. She kept calling us “sexy” and “chickie babe” and I was thinking “umm lady we just met”. She knew I worked with kids in foster care and then kept on going on and on and on about my height and asking why my mum was so short. She delighted in touching my head when I stood up even though my hair was just done. It was a stressful morning which I had wanted to enjoy chatting to my sister and the other brides’ maids but this woman would not shut up and give us a chance. In summary she thought she was awesome and wanted Annabel’s day to be about her. By the end of it I’d had enough. I made smart arse remarks in response to her stupid comments because I knew I’d never see her again. This woman was so ignorant and into herself she didn’t even realize what was happening. By the end of it she seemed to think we were best friends having a joke so I decided to avoid her entirely. The lucky people that get her for their wedding next haha! Good news is the make-up was fine and if we could have muted her she would have been close to perfect.