I was always told choosing bridesmaids is a tough job, but I secretly thought it wouldn't be quite so difficult. How wrong I was!
I've been writing names down on little pieces of paper and scraping them up for the past four weeks now… would it be easier to just not have bridesmaids? I couldn't do that - bridesmaids are quite literally my life.
My first bridesmaid is easy: India - my sister, best friend, business partner and confidant. The trouble is: it quickly escalates from there…
My best friends (who are twins) quickly follow, but I haven't even started with my best friends from London, college and uni.
Do I have to ask the girls I've been a bridesmaid for? How do you pick between new best friends and the ones you've grown up with? Then there's my god children, my step children and nieces…
The problem is my friends come in packs of three or four, all equally important and all equally loved. So how can I only ask two out of three, or four out of five? At this rate, I'm looking at sixteen bridesmaids to avoid any sort of girl politics. My mother's voice echoes in my ears: "Totally ridiculous!" (Especially if there are only 60 guests at the wedding…)
I know she has a point, but this is my wedding. So I've decided to be selfish. I think of who I want to be there on the morning of my wedding; who I call when I'm walking home from work; who I know is there for me, regardless of me not phoning back for weeks on end; and who knows Andrew and I like no one else.
The result is a list of 13 names - my lucky number. It's more than Kate Moss, but less than Poppy Delevingne, and the way I see it, those I haven't asked are the cool girls I know won't be offended. (They really are such great friends like that, I'm very lucky.)
And as for the bridesmaid dresses… well! That is a different story.