By By MaryClaire Foster
Sunday marked my eight-month anniversary of working at The Advance and moving to Atmore. I still find myself telling people I “just” moved here, but now that I’m on the down slope of being here a year I guess I should rethink that. It really has flown by and has been quite the good fit for me, and I’m ready to really take advantage of Atmore’s close proximity to the beach this summer.
However, I must continue to devote many of my weekends to wedding filled events, and while I love seeing my friends I am absolutely ready for a weekend to myself in Atmore.
This coming up weekend will be the culmination of many of these events with the wedding of my friend “Boobie.”
I guess I should explain that her last name is Bres and when we were younger things just naturally evolved in our classmates’ young minds, and the name has stuck ever since only alternating between “Boob” and “Boobie.”
My friends and I only become aware of how it sounds to others when we’re yelling it out in public and have more than a few people’s heads turning.
Even though she will be changing her last name next week, she will forever be “Boobie” and I think she’s come to terms with it pretty well.
While I am very excited about the wedding, especially the reception, I have lately been very stressed about my part in it.
As a bridesmaid, I am required to wear the same regalia as the other eight lovely ladies, but due to my coping mechanism of eating and the stress I’ve had in my life lately, wearing that dress is a more difficult task than usual.
Because I live out of town I only tried on my dress for the first time last week. As I stood in the living room of my parents’ house with both arms straight in the air and my face turning blue from me sucking in my stomach, my father announced with laughter, “It just won’t zip.”
No matter how much I urged Phil (my dad) “you can do it,” the dress just wouldn’t budge. Oh, and did I mention that despite ordering extra length my feet still stick out from underneath the dress. Too small and too short, just great.
So now I am on a miserable diet, which I have already failed miserably at and have been quite grumpy over and on the lookout for flat silver dress shoes.
The bright side is that the dress was immediately taken to the alterations place and Saturday there was no extra encouragement needed as the tailor easily zipped my dress.
While it is still slightly uncomfortable and I am still having to diet, I at least know that come Saturday I will definitely be standing in the front of the church wiping away tears as one of my oldest and dearest friends marries the love of her life.
MaryClaire Foster is news editor for the Atmore Advance. She can be reached at (251) 368-2123 or via email at lifestyles@atmoreadvance.com