A few years back, my cousin was planning her wedding. All of the girls in the family would be bridesmaids. We spent countless Facebook messages and trips to David’s Bridal to coordinate the dresses. It took us weeks to decide on the color Guava. That’s not even a color, it’s a fruit! And it took us even longer to find different styles of Guava dresses that were available in our size. “I like this style but they only have it in Melon.” “Well if you guys all get short dresses, would it be weird for me to wear a long one?” But we finally put the orders in and waited for the day of the wedding.
That never happened. My cousin still got married but because of a series of events we weren’t able to plan an actually ceremony. I tried to pick a dress that I would be able to wear for multiple occasions but I rarely ever go to formal events. There are days when my cousins and I would just sit down and shake our fists, angrily muttering “Freaking Guava!” Sometimes I would wear the dress around the house just so it wouldn’t be wasted. It wasn’t until recently that I found the perfect use for it:
The ultimate little brother torture device
A lesson for everyone out there, don’t make bets with me.