So… I took my mom with me to pick up my dress. I was less than elated. I still love the dress – but I looked like a beaded, bright white cow in it and need to spend some QT with my Jillian Michaels DVD before I even glance at that dress again. It didn’t help that my mom was teary-eyed and furiously snapping shots of me as I stared at my grotesque reflection in the mirror. Ugh. And to top it all off, there were probably 5 or 6 people milling around and ogling me as I tried it on, all admiring (I hope) the dress and smiling at me. I feel like so many brides love the attention, the oooh’s and aaah’s and all the fuss. Maybe it was the heat in that store today, but I was NOT feeling it. Not today.
I’m probably overreacting. I am not a very large individual actually, but I definitely need to do some um, toning, before I rock that thing. (Bat arms are not cute). And alterations must be made. Six weeks before the wedding, to be precise. Whenever that is. Sigh.
On the bright side, I heart the train. It’s amazingly perfect. I just hope MOH and whichever BM has dress duty has some serious patience because we’re talking about a lot of tulle. (Is that pronounced TOOL or TOO-LAY)?