I tried on wedding dresses a few weeks ago…it was hard; a lot harder than I ever expected. You see, I’m a take it or leave it kind of girl. I picked out my venue in 5 minutes. I got out of the car and said, “Ok where do I sign”. We picked out our photographer, (more on her later, hello miss Deborah if you are reading) and met with no one else. Show me a flower, I’ll either smash it or swoon and decide it belongs in my bouquet.
But these wedding dresses, man, how do I choose?? Thankfully, as of this exact moment, time is on my side. I guess it doesn’t help that I have a specific look in mind. I would love to tell you all the details but I can’t let my soon to be Mr. read about it. And let me tell you something, that’s the hardest part. I tell Pat everything. I mean, this guy knows every single detail of my life. Even things he especially doesn’t want to know but I feel the need to tell him anyway. He cringes every time….this is where I usually laugh whole heartedly because it’s fun to make him cringe. It’s so easy.
Anyway, back to my dress or lack thereof. Not that I’m in a rush, I just feel like I’ll never be fully satisfied with one. I like parts of dresses and hate the other parts. Watch, in a few more weeks I’ll go again and start crying tears of joy when I find the one. Here’s hoping it’s not a white trash bag with rhinsestones!
I have no picture that coincides with this post. I mean, what am I going to show you really? Okay, how about this one? It’s Pat and I at his sister’s wedding. Very prom pose circa 1998. We’re even wearing coordinating colors because we were both a part of her wedding. I think we did the Macarena after this shot.