Looking for a wedding gown was probably one of the more hideous shopping experiences of my life.
I don't like clothes shopping. I don't like dresses. So, shopping for the most important dress I'll likely ever wear wasn't the joyous occasion true for many other brides.
Still, while on my first foray for a wedding dress, I lucked out and found a lovely gown that I actually don't hate myself in. (My matronly upper arms are a different story, though.) At least, my mother and grandmother both thought I looked "lovely," as did a few of the other women at the salon.
I'll take their word for it.
The best part? It doesn't weigh a ka-zillion pounds like so many other dresses. Honestly, no wonder brides are so damn exhausted at the end of their wedding day--they've been lugging around 20+ lbs. of raw silk and sequins.
Of course, I still need to do the final fitting, which apparently I should've gotten done a week or so ago.
Ah, well! I foresee an alteration "rush fee" in my future...
