The Dress

It's my sister's fault, really, she's really making me see the enormity of getting married - but in a good way.

I wanted a simple, understated dress, not one that screamed, "I'M GETTING MARRIED!" I even sent one back because it looked that way. Then, my sister came in with this dress that look so-so on the hanger. I agreed to try it on because so far the sales lady wasn't coming up with anything great. But the sales lady, who was actually listening to my polite requests about simple clean lines, didn't have me try it on. She left to go downstairs (where the more expensive dresses live) and my sister got me into it. It has a corset back and a slight A-line skirt. That's about all I can remember now, except that I loved the way it felt on! It was snug, but not tight. I felt like I could do jumping jacks in it and eat a doubledouble animal style afterwards!

My sister saw me in it and then gave me her headpiece, which, yes, I was also opposed to wearing. Hers is very teeny and cute, like a headband for a renaissance princess or something. Which, as it turns out is exactly what I look like in my dress! She got teary and exclaimed, "You're Getting Married!!" And then it hit me. It really, really hit me: I'm getting married.

And it made me so happy.

And I do look like a renaissance princess!