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Topic: Yellow (11/12/09)
TITLE: It's Not About the Dress
By Betty Castleberry
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I opened the door, trying to conceal my disappointment. Misty started chattering the minute I let her in. “Debbie, wait till you see your bride’s maid’s dress. I’ve brought it over for you to try on. We've got to make sure they got everything right when you were measured. The color is fantastic. The light blue I was considering wasn’t going to make the statement I wanted.”
She unzipped the bag and held up the dress. The yards of fabric completely hid her small frame. She peeked around the dress. “Isn’t it marvelous?”
My tight smile got even tighter when I saw it. The standing joke about bad bride’s maid’s dresses didn’t even begin to cover what I saw. Slick yellow fabric flowed from a high waist encircled by gaudy crocheted flowers. Here and there, tiny orange-centered buds dotted the ample skirt. I cleared my throat. “Well, it’s really…different.”
Misty beamed. “Yes, and look at this.”She snatched a little piece of yellow net from the bag and placed it on my head. “You girls will all be wearing little veils. Isn’t that adorable?”
I was at a loss for words. It wasn’t my desire to appear before two hundred people looking like a giant daffodil. Misty had been pretty emotional lately. The littlest things seemed to set her off. I chalked it up to pre-wedding jitters. That’s why I was reluctant to do anything but agree with her. Mumbling, I answered, “Adorable.”
My friend grabbed my hand. “Let’s see what it looks like on you.”
After a few short minutes of adjusting, I stood before a full-length mirror. Misty squealed. “Deb, you are beautiful. That color sets off your dark hair. I hope you don’t steal my thunder.”
We must not have been seeing the same thing. I only wished I had looked like a giant daffodil. Instead, I saw a hatchling, a baby chick. Yards of bright yellow poofed out all around me, making me look roundish. The veil looked like the remnant of an egg shell perched on my head.
There was nothing I could do but smile and nod. I reminded myself silently that Misty’s wedding was to be about her and her fiancé Kyle, and not me. I swallowed my pride.
“I’ve never seen anything like this.”
She studied me for a minute. “But don’t you think it‘s gorgeous?”
I faced her, unable to hide what I really felt. “Misty…”
Before I finished, she crumpled onto my bed in a heap of tears. For a minute, I was transported back in time to when we sat on that same bed crying over pimple-faced boys. I sat beside my friend and rubbed her shoulder. “It’s okay. I’ll wear it.”
She sat up and wiped a tear from her cheek. “It’s not just that you don’t like the dress. I’m not sure if I really want to marry Kyle.”
Shocked, I tried to retain my composure. “Why not? Don’t you love him?”
“I thought so, but I’m not positive now. Deb, I think he’s only pretending to be a Christian.”
“What makes you say that?”
“A feeling I get. He knew I wanted to marry a Christian man, so I think he’s just trying to please me. He has a lot of New Age ideas and he doesn’t always act like a Christian.” She sobbed into my shoulder.
I stroked her blonde hair. “I don’t always act like a Christian either, but I am one.”
Misty nodded. “I know. Me either, but this feels different.”
“Misty, you’ve to get this figured out. The wedding is next Saturday. Are you sure you’re not just getting cold feet?”
“I’ve felt this way for awhile now, but I was too embarrassed to say anything. What am I going to do?”
I shrugged. “This is completely your decision.”
She looked at me and started to laugh. “You know, I like yellow but that’s not a good shade after all, is it? You look like a big cheese ball.”
We sat on the bed together like we had so many times before, comforting each other.
Next Saturday would be interesting. In what way was all up to Misty.
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