to think that if brides want bridesmaids to wear matching hideous ivory shoes, you should pay for them.

[GetOrfMoiLand]

There is another thread about bridesmaid shoe madness in active convos which made me remember seething resentment which I still have (madly 10 years on) about having to pay £60 for ivory silk high heeled boots with LACES (such a vile specimen of shoe has never again been seen) as all 6 bridesmaids had to have the same shoe.

WHY the same shoes? We looked those vile american golf wives who all wore the same clothes at the Ryder cub years ago (oh I would have loved to have been on MN then to slag them all off in style and beauty).

We could have bought ivory shoes from somewhere else for £20. But no we had to have little bo peep boots.

We had to pay for £45 for our own swarovski tiara as well.

I have had to pay every time I have been a bridesmaid. The bride paid for hair and make up but that was all.
I now have ugly dresses that I wear to bad taste parties

I still get the shivers thinking about my (now ex) bf's wedding. I could go on about hideous dress after hideous dress she made me try on. About how she thought the best time to trawl the racks for me and the two flower girls (aged 3 and 4) would be 3pm on a Saturday on Oxford Street and got cross with them (and their poor mum!) because they were tired and bored. Then how she changed her mind the day before and insisted I wore THE MOST HORRIBLE DRESS EVER (bright blue lace!! bright blue! Lace like a tablecloth!) that had been hanging in the back of her wardrobe because she was too tight to pay for the dress she wanted me to wear and took it back to the shop after the wedding. After I had bought shoes for £60 that I will never wear again because they went with the original dress and then had to BORROW her shoes to go with the aforementioned disgusting dress. (And she is the only daughter of someone loaded, and somehow thought it would be fine to spend £500 on cheese alone for 100 guests.Bizarre.)

I could go on about the whole lead up to the day, the day itself, how I ended up £800 out of pocket after the hen weekend she wanted but nobody else wanted to pay for......etc.

Oh fuck sorry I did go on didn't I. It still wakes me up at night. The only good thing is that after 18 years of putting up with her nonsense I don't have to do it for another 18 years.

OP, my gist is NO NO NO YANBU.