
This past week I had a crazy experience… I went wedding dress shopping with Tammi, who is (one of) my Matron of Honor, and Mel who has watched me grow up for nearly twenty years. Oh, what a trip. Tammi is in love with all things covered in bling; anything that screams “Princess” is just her speed. So of course she wanted me to try on the Princess-y gowns. They were lovely, but not for me. I believe my response to the “How do you feel?” question in the first dress I tried on was something along the lines of, “I feel like the illegitimate love-child of the Michellin Man and a jar of Marshmallow Fluff”. So we moved on to other dresses… which were equally huge and made me feel as though I was wearing one dress and dragging a second one along behind me. It got really funny when I walked out with an extra length of tulle going “I’m not sure where I’m s’posed to stick this…” Oh, and I thought all three of us were going to have an aneurysm when the sales lady asked if I planned on wearing a tiara. All I will say is that one of us actually snorted. The Sales Lady’s response? “I’ll take that as a no.” All kinds of funniness.
Humor aside, I also got to try on some gorgeous gowns that really kind of made me drool on myself (now that I think about it, this might explain why the Sales Lady thought I was retarded). And apparently, I’m the only bride in history who chose a gown that looks like the ones I thought I wanted. Who knew? Now if I can just convince myself that the price tag is worth it, I can get my dress ordered.
The rest of our plans are rolling right along as well. We’ve finally found bridesmaid dresses that will work for everyone and keep my consience clean. As far as I can tell, the point of most bridesmaid dresses is to make sure your friends look like stuffed parrots so you know you will be the prettiest one in the room. What a way to treat your best girls. Sheesh. We also started our programs, designed our cake, found an officiant, wrote the ceremony, and made flowers out of pinecones (probably better if you don’t ask about that one). 226 days left and about 327 projects to go :-)
Lots of Love,
Christy
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Sasha on Apr 30, 2010
If you want, I can gain like another 55 lbs and then put lipstick on my teeth. That'll def put me on the troll list.