Happy Together

Throughout the wedding planning process, I have definitely been luckier than most brides-to-be, in that my fiance is doing his share of the wedding planning (maybe more). We picked a date together, decided on the reception site together, and hired the photographer, cake person, and florist together. Unfortunately, there's one thing we can't do together: pick out my wedding dress. In the beginning I did what every good bride should do, and kept an open mind. I started at David's Bridal putting on dress after dress of white satin, white chiffon, white lace, and white beads, all over a white girdle, white push up bra and white rhinestone covered heels. I didn't find a dress, just my own version of hell. They force you to stand on this tiny box looking into a huge three way mirror on a stage in front of all the other brides and their moms, sisters, and a few bored looking guys and rowdy kids. I may not have known what I wanted, but I definitely found what I didn't. Our wedding is three months from today and I still don't have a thing to wear. Maybe Jim will come shopping with me this weekend.