Hi! I maybe got a threatening comment down below that I better post soon or else! So, here I am. What’s up with me, you ask? Well, I discovered a few things while on my weeklong hiatus from working out (due to illness and visitors). One is that I didn’t gain a single pound despite not working out or counting calories all week. Some of you smart people might interpret this as a good thing, but I say it’s actually bad. It makes me wonder why I try to diet when I get the same result either way! Also, my body is aching from running again. Like even my heel is sore.
Hmmmm what else? Well, there is work. Nothing to discuss there. Domestic life? I made homemade pizza last night. I even made the dough from scratch with yeast and flour and water. It was so good! General complaints? Well, my face is breaking out, which is annoying.
Oh wait, you mean you could care less about pizza and zits and the real reason you are refreshing is to hear about wedding dress shopping?
Yeah, I know. But I have turned a bit schizophrenic about it. I decided it would be a good idea to send pictures of me in different dresses to a bunch of girlfriends. Because I am indecisive and I need opinions and I want to include my girls who live far away and couldn’t be there to meet Yvonne the Bride Violator in person. But trying to take in all the opinions (which I really, really DO want) just confused me more. Here is what I did learn.
Dresses that would look good on the beach don’t necessarily hold The Sisters in their rightful, hoisted up place. The gorgeous (but lacking in structure) dresses at Nicole Miller were nixed because my sister didn’t think I should look like a streetwalker at my wedding. Fair enough.
Some things that are Not Cute on the hanger might surprise you. At a normal bridal shop we went to (where the nice lady let me in the dressing room without her! thank you!), I tried on anything the manager or my friends picked out. One dress, a pretty V-neck A-line with some beading, I totally scoffed at on the hanger. Turns out I am going to try it on again tomorrow to decide if I should order it.
Bridal shop ladies who do not let your sister into the dressing room with you and do not let you touch the dresses yourself and make you strip down in front of them probably do not sell as many dresses as those who just let you do your own thang. Trust me.
For some reason, I have stressed more about finding, trying on, and choosing the right dress more than anything else about this wedding. It probably has to do with the
lovetolerate/hate relationship I have with my body. I need the dress to look right for the occasion, look right for my figure, feel good to move in, and fit in my budget. Not as easy as it sounds!
So, there is a chance I will decide tomorrow to buy the dress. But I also might just obsess over it a little more, because it just wouldn’t seem right if I wasn’t unreasonable about at least one wedding detail, right?Tweet