Loyal Maids and Lesser Meltdowns

Dearest Reader

I trust that this note finds you with your bustle unruffled and your veil still pristine. For today, I must write on a matter of great urgency and delicate diplomacy: the keeping of one’s head... and one’s Maid of Honour. 

It begins as all such tales do, with love. Or at the very least, with a wedding Pinterest board and a bottle of bubbly. The Maid of Honour - your confidante, your chief mischief maker and the one who knows where all the bodies (and snacks) are buried - is meant to be your most faithful ally. But beware dear reader, for even the noblest of friendships may tremble beneath the weight of seating charts and pastel swatch debates.

In my own experience - and I do have rather a few tales tucked between the pages of this journal - the secret lies in balance. Too many demands, and your Maid may stage a coup. Too few, and she may mistake the role for a leisurely stroll through bridal boutiques with no real duties attached. The trick, therefore, is to assign her just enough to make her feel irreplaceable, without transforming her into a footman in heels.

Might I suggest:

• A handwritten list of tasks, sealed with wax and good humour.
• A bottle of bubbly for every meltdown averted, hers or yours!
• And most importantly, an occasional moment to remind her: “I chose you because you’re the one I trust not to let me walk down the aisle with lipstick on my teeth and a train caught in the door.

So keep your head high, your heart light, and your Maid close - preferably not hiding behind the cake table. Together, you shall conquer the chaos and emerge, at long last, in matching robes and victorious spirits.

Yours in lace and laughter, 
Lady Belle