Wedding dress tales
Well, one thing you can say about this weekend: I wasn't chasing sheep. Last weekend they escaped into the road.
No, this weekend I went wedding dress shopping with mother of mine. Thank God for corsets, is all I can say. Clearly I need to lose weight.
I tried on three or four dresses at the first shop and found one I liked very much. It only needed minor alterations (not only am I too fat, I am also too short) but ordering the dress would take far too long. Yes, it's late to be ordering a wedding dress if I hope to marry before the winter, but that's life.
We slipped unnoticed into shop number two. The dresses here were nearly twice as much and half the size. A slip of a girl looked stunning in one of the new-style slimline dresses. Never in a million years would I look remotely good in such a dress (nor would I fit into it). I was happy to discover that not one of these super-expensive dresses were to my liking.
Shop number three looked at us snootily and said we didn't have an appointment. Oh well, from what we could see they didn't have a suitable dress, either.
Shop number four was far better. They had a number of lovely dresses and I was spoilt for choice. I tried about a dozen on. I got hot and sticky, so imagine the scene when I tried to take off one voluminous dress that laced up the back. I'd got it on without totally undoing the laces, so mother of mine pulled the dress over my head (hmm. I seem to recall she was doing this sort of thing in my last blog entry). The dress stuck.
I finally knelt in a weird contorted position on the floor while mum slowly peeled the dress off me. Finally, it gave up and turned totally inside out and came off. Whew! I had visions of having to wear it permanently for the next several months.
But I eventually found one. It, too, needs a few alterations, but it didn't cost the earth and it was what I had imagined in my mind. It was a miracle that I found something I liked on the first day I looked! I won't describe it because my beloved might peek at my blog and find out.
Now to get the rest of the wedding organised. Like, how will I find the time to make 70 or so invitations? Maybe I should whittle the guest list down to the number of invitations I've managed to make by the time it's necessary to send them out!
No, this weekend I went wedding dress shopping with mother of mine. Thank God for corsets, is all I can say. Clearly I need to lose weight.
I tried on three or four dresses at the first shop and found one I liked very much. It only needed minor alterations (not only am I too fat, I am also too short) but ordering the dress would take far too long. Yes, it's late to be ordering a wedding dress if I hope to marry before the winter, but that's life.
We slipped unnoticed into shop number two. The dresses here were nearly twice as much and half the size. A slip of a girl looked stunning in one of the new-style slimline dresses. Never in a million years would I look remotely good in such a dress (nor would I fit into it). I was happy to discover that not one of these super-expensive dresses were to my liking.
Shop number three looked at us snootily and said we didn't have an appointment. Oh well, from what we could see they didn't have a suitable dress, either.
Shop number four was far better. They had a number of lovely dresses and I was spoilt for choice. I tried about a dozen on. I got hot and sticky, so imagine the scene when I tried to take off one voluminous dress that laced up the back. I'd got it on without totally undoing the laces, so mother of mine pulled the dress over my head (hmm. I seem to recall she was doing this sort of thing in my last blog entry). The dress stuck.
I finally knelt in a weird contorted position on the floor while mum slowly peeled the dress off me. Finally, it gave up and turned totally inside out and came off. Whew! I had visions of having to wear it permanently for the next several months.
But I eventually found one. It, too, needs a few alterations, but it didn't cost the earth and it was what I had imagined in my mind. It was a miracle that I found something I liked on the first day I looked! I won't describe it because my beloved might peek at my blog and find out.
Now to get the rest of the wedding organised. Like, how will I find the time to make 70 or so invitations? Maybe I should whittle the guest list down to the number of invitations I've managed to make by the time it's necessary to send them out!
posted by Elaine | 6:45 pm
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