In a previous post I said that I had a skirt and top picked out. I also pointed out that, if left to dress myself, we might ALL be sorely disappointed -- envisioning a wedding with a presentable bride and instead having a giant white tulle-ipop (little stick legs supporting an enormous puff-ball of white tulle) come down the aisle.
Thank heavens that last night some of the bridesmaids, mom, and I went shopping for their dresses. It hadn't even occurred to me to try on dresses, but at the last minute I did. WHOA!!! I tried on a dress that looked a lot like what I'd envisioned for mysef (at least on the rack). Major fashion-decision shift. The dress from the rack, on me, was at best hideous.
Re-group.
And here's the lesson that we should take away from this: enlist professionals. The saleswoman wisely grabbed a dress unlike the atrocities I kept cooing over, and hauled it into the dressing room as well. It was the last one I tried on. It's not one that I'll wear, but no kidding, I looked just like a cake topper. A really CUTE cake topper! The kind of cake-topper that would NOT burn her wedding photos while wailing, "I'm an albino beluga whale!"
And, while I'm babbling on about dresses and whatnot, get a load of this. My bridesmaids (all much better dressers than I) tried on the FIRST dress they picked out and they loved it! And it was SO pretty! They just looked smashing! So, they bought it.
Then we went out for some Thai food.
Whew! that was fun!
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