So I took the afternoon off of work yesterday. Job’s been getting to me again. Anyway, Mom was in town and wanted to meet for lunch. I work about 10 miles out of town so I didn’t want to have to go into town for lunch and then go all the way back to work. So, since I took the afternoon off, my sister thought it’d be a great day to go shopping for bridesmaid’s dresses. Foolish Girl.
We started off at David’s Bridal and found some beautiful dresses. Victorial Lilac I think is the color. My sister’s colors are purple, but she wants the bridesmaid’s to pick the dresses. So kiddo loves to try on clothes. I hate it. It’s really a phobia with me ~ just like getting weighed at the doctor’s. Anyway, I thought I could get away with just kiddo trying on the dresses and then they could just measure me so that they could order my size (they only had 2 sizes in ~ neither of them were mine). Nope, they didn’t go for it. They had me try on the dress in a different color, so I requested the dress size I thought I’d wear. Nope, didn’t fit. So I went up a size. That didn’t fit either. And so on. And so on. By the time I’d tried on a few different dress styles and I was completely humiliated. And then I felt it coming. My throat got tight and scratchy ~ my eyes started to water and I knew if anybody asked to me to say one word I was going to lose it. Literally. The wedding consultant lady was nice enough to take me back to a private room but that was just the last place I wanted to be. I wanted to leave, go pull the covers over my head and just hide. It was awful.
Next stop was Step’n Out Formal Wear. We walk in and look at the dresses. This time I’m not trying anything on. If I had to try one more thing on someone was going to have to scoop me off the floor and lock me in a room with rubber walls. But kiddo tried on quite a few. And then she tried on this black tea-length gown. The saleslady calls it the ribbon dress. I saw kiddo in that dress and I started crying all over again. When did she grow up? She has hips. She has a waist. And she has a figure. And I’m thinking that she’s my baby and she’s beautiful and she just looks so grown up. Back to the dress ~ it’s beautiful. It’s two-layers of fabric. The bottom layer is a solid color and the top layer is victorian lace dyed to match the solid color underneath. Then at the bottom of the lace, thin strings of ribbon (maybe on inch) are woven through the holes of the fabric. It’s just beautiful. I had the saleslady measure me because all they had in stock was a size 10 (size 10 in a formal ~ yeah, I don’t think so). She assured me I’ll look “just lovely” in the dress and I’m just going to love it. It is a great dress.
My poor sister. I wonder how bad she’s regretting having me in her wedding now? I’m really not a drama queen. I’m just out of my comfort zone a little bit. Anyway ~ that’s my first installmant of the Wedding Planning Anxieties 101. I’m sure there’ll be plenty more before the big day in April.