By Amy Lawrenson
Three times a bridesmaid never a bride, so the saying goes. It looks like its true: my boyfriend of seven years has no interest in marriage whatsoever. Im set to be a bridesmaid for the fourth time next year, the nail is firmly stuck in that coffin. Luckily, I dont feel too hard done by. You see my last two requests to be a bridesmaid have felt quite like proposals in themselves.
The first bride, Simone, didnt ask me in person - instead, a very large and very lightweight box arrived in the office one afternoon and nestled inside was a heart-shaped, helium-filled balloon that rose out of the box asking for my hand in oh no, wait, asking me to be a bridesmaid. She had handwritten on the balloon, had it filled with helium and couriered to ELLE HQ. Awesome.
(Note how excited Joely looks!)
My next invite came just last week. A small box plastered in tape emblazoned with FRAGILE sat on the shelf in my hallway when I arrived home after work. Again it was light as air. I opened it and inside was a small Tiffany-blue egg with hand painted white spots all over it. A tag read open me.
I cracked open the egg and inside was a miniature scroll of brown paper.
Stamped on it were the words Will you be my bridesmaid? Love Julianne.
I felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland and Im still confused as to how the scroll got inside the egg all very ship in a bottle. Apparently so is Julianne: when I asked how she did it she replied, Etsy.
