One of my best friends got married this past weekend, and it was so sad that I couldn't make it. Life really just happens you know. Four of us met in University about 12 years ago, and lived together for 2 years during our penultimate & final years of our LL.B degree.
We'd shop together, sometimes wear each other's clothes and often shoes. 3 out of 4 of us could roughy squeeze into a size 6 (UK) pair of shoes - although just one person (me) was an actual 6. The other taller than me was a 7 and the other shorter than me was a 5.5. But as young broke students, we made it work. The last person? no luck... she was a UK size 9 and often had shoe issues. Even at my wedding, her shoes were a struggle to find and didn't quite fit. (All my girls wore the same shoes which I loved! - Photo here).
We're planning a girl's trip soon and we hope it works because the last time we were together was at my wedding. We naturally thought it'll happen that way for all the other three weddings. But when the size 9 friend got married 2 years ago, life had happened and only one of us could make it. Me the size 6, was already married, adjusting to my new UK lifestyle and couldn't make it for the wedding. The size 7 was somewhere in the land of the free trying to bag a masters degree and see if there was really anything such as the American dream.
Anyway, it was the shortest of us all - the size 5.5 that got married this past weekend.