Another anniversary

My sister's wedding anniversary is tomorrow. I plan an email with
stationary and emoticons. It will be 18 years. My other sister's wedding
anniversary was last Monday, 7th.

I was 11 when she got married and was the junior bridesmaid. That was
1987, the year of bows I call it. One could not go anywhere without
finding every dress in the store with a big bow on the back waist. I
hate bows. Still do. Finding dress shoes without bows on the toes was
hard. And I had a big bow holding my hair up. My dad's cousin French
braided our hair. At least I caught the bouquet to the outrage of older
girls. It was a happy day.

My other sister's wedding I was a bridesmaid at age 22. That was the
year of Empire dresses one barely could breathe in. A former roommate
had the exact same dress for her bridesmaids. That dress I wore again to
be a passenger from Titanic for Halloween. This time my other sister
insisted on everything be professionally done. The professional who
altered my dress did a terrible job and Mom ripped out her stitches to
fix it right. Sometimes Mom is best. Then I spent much time standing on
the kitchen table as Mom pinned the hem up. The hair stylist screwed up
my hairdo, even though during the test trial she did it perfectly. I put
my hair up with a clip my Mom hated because it didn't match my dress. Oh
well. Again I wore plain shoes. Another happy day. Post later.