I tried on a total fifteen different wedding dresses yesterday at two different locations in a timespan of three and a half hours.
I happen to think shopping for clothes is a horrible experience in general so I have no clue why I subjected myself to such overwhelming amounts of tulle and lace yesterday, but I found a dress and didn’t cry once, so it was a success. I’m on the train back to L.A. and every muscle in my body is sore and I now have an even deeper loathing for the TV show “Say Yes to the Dress.” I’m 5’10” and a size 8 and I know what looks good on my body ‘cause I’m 28 years old and no fool. Everything I tried on looked great and when I tried on “the one” it felt nothing like getting engaged BECAUSE IT’S ONLY A DRESS, not a human being.
But it’s a perfect for me, makes me feel gorgeous and sweet and romantic and it’s not cheap and see through and wrinkly and will look exquisite in the garden where we’ll say “I Do.”
More importantly, yesterday made me feel like I walked through fire with my mom and sister-in-law and we did it! Together. So grateful for them.
Also, resisting the urge to post pix of myself in reject dresses because that’s probably really tacky, but I look like a beautiful bride!