Total Bridezilla Moment
So I walked in from work a little while ago...my sis is watching tv on the couch, it's kind of dark, I don't notice anything unusual, so I go about my routine. Put coat away, turn computer on, start heating up dinner...she shuts tv off and goes in her room.
So I go to her doorway to ask her something, and now in real lighting, I see that she dyed her hair to match the BM dresses. Burgundy. Bright flipping red. Her hair was light brown/dark blond, very neutral, and she's very pale, so needless to say...not a good look. And her hair is between chin and shoulder length and very very curly, so I hate to say it...but she looks like Carrot Top.
After getting over my initial shocked silence, the words just came out of my mouth...
'You better not look like a clown for my wedding!'
As soon as I said it, I was like oof...that was DEFINITELY my first bridezilla moment.![]()
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Not that I'm telling the girls what they can and cannot do with themselves...just this really does not look good on her, and my mother is having a complete meltdown, screaming at her that she's just trying to rebel and she's 'going to ruin my wedding' (which lets face it, if her purple hair is what ruins my wedding, I should be so lucky).
Just have to tell myself....hair grows....hair fades....hair grows....hair fades....![]()
So I go to her doorway to ask her something, and now in real lighting, I see that she dyed her hair to match the BM dresses. Burgundy. Bright flipping red. Her hair was light brown/dark blond, very neutral, and she's very pale, so needless to say...not a good look. And her hair is between chin and shoulder length and very very curly, so I hate to say it...but she looks like Carrot Top.
After getting over my initial shocked silence, the words just came out of my mouth...
'You better not look like a clown for my wedding!'
As soon as I said it, I was like oof...that was DEFINITELY my first bridezilla moment.
Not that I'm telling the girls what they can and cannot do with themselves...just this really does not look good on her, and my mother is having a complete meltdown, screaming at her that she's just trying to rebel and she's 'going to ruin my wedding' (which lets face it, if her purple hair is what ruins my wedding, I should be so lucky).
Just have to tell myself....hair grows....hair fades....hair grows....hair fades....
