The Wedding Dress

My dress has finally arrived! All that stress for getting it in time for the wedding seems a little silly now. But that’s okay, it’s healthy to be silly.

I went for my first fitting last night with my parents. I was more nervous than excited to see my dress. Why? Two reasons, please see below.

1. The dress that I tried on was in burgundy. I ordered the dress in white – what if I look like a banshee?


2. The size that I ordered just fits. That was 3 months ago. If you recall, I just got back from the cruise. What if I can't fit? What if I stretch the dress?



Anyway, so there I was waiting nervously for my dress. I saw my dress in the bag and it looked beautiful and freakn’ small! How the heck am I going to fit into it?

She hung my dress and gestured me to enter the dressing room. I held my breath and entered with my fingers crossed.

INSERT DRUM ROLL

The dress fits like a glove! No wounded flesh!! Yay!

I am so completely in love with my dress! Completely! It is simple but perfect. My parents loved it too. It was my dad’s first time seeing me in a wedding dress and I’m pretty sure he had some tears. Or maybe someone snuck in and shot him with a squirt gun?

I can’t wait for Brent to see me in my dress! I hope he likes it!
And if he doesn't? Well, he'll have to buy his own Star Wars minis.



Note: Yes, I recycle my pictures just as Brent recycles his jokes.