I tried on my wedding dress today. The good news? It still zips up. The bad news? It does not look pretty. Unless, of course, a sausage shaped ball of embroidery and beads is your idea of pretty. To be fair, it's been 12 years and two pregnancies, but I was hoping to lose weight after the wedding, not gain forever and ever in a never ending ode to chocolate.
Girl Terror was thrilled to see my dress. She fanned out the train for me, and admired the bead work. The veil was very popular, especially after I told her I made it myself. Both Terrors tried it on and checked themselves out in the mirror.
I noticed today that the open bead work and embroidery on the train create a huge, lovely pot leaf. Hmmmm. Not quite what I was looking for when I bought the dress!
Twelve years ago, my dress was fashionable. Not the peak of style, but neither was I. Now, I look at it and wonder "Why did I buy a dress that requires me to turn sideways in the doorways?" I also wonder about the wisdom of putting poofy roses on my ass.
If I had to do it again, I would skip the whipped cream dress. I would not put a halo of fake flowers on my head. The wedding party would be cut in half. We would skip the church, the minister, and all that stuff, and be on the beach. We would NOT eat lasagna. Oh, and I would drink. Yup, that might have helped quite a bit.
In fact, there is only one thing I would keep the same. The groom turned out to be a good choice, so I'll hang onto him. But no more poofy dress.