Diary of a bridesmaid: One for the bride

I love weddings, I really do but sometimes I hate attending most of them because the planning is just off. The mammoth crowd is stifling; the roadside onlookers stare is piercing making you tighten your grip on your clutch, the sitting arrangement is terrible, and the food non-existent. As a result, you can’t even wait to drop your gift and hurry out. I really do not want to sound like a professional or anything similar, but I would like to share my experience on this issue. It’s nothing compared to Katherine Heigl’s "27 dresses" movie. Gee! If one were to amass that amount of bridesmaid dresses in a short time were a job, what would we call it?

One Mixture, too many...

Albert Einstein’s theory of relativity is a very relevant theory in even the most unusual aspects of life, whether it is moving objects, colours, fashion, art or even beauty. Every dream has a price tag attached to it; it’s either you can afford it or you move down the shelf for a cheaper alternative. I really don’t know how to start to talk about my experience in Yaba. Even as I type this words I type with a little difficulty, not because I am in pain or short of words to write but because I fixed artificial nails(for the first time in my life) which by the way are really cute and cool, but trust me it’s like walking on stilts.