So I go.
I tell Breanna, my dress consultant that I am just looking. She says she understands and that it's good I am starting now.
I try about 3 (well, 3 good ones at least, the other were U.G.L.Y.)
And she tells me to try on this really pretty halter.
So I do.
Tears.
I ask to see it with a sash (because I want a sash).
And I do.
More tears.
She asks if I want to see it with a veil.
I say "Sure"
Bawling.
I have a wedding dress.
It's on hold. Jason's mom is going with me next weekend so I can get another opinion.
I just can't believe it....I have a wedding dress. For my wedding. To the most wonderful man in the world. And I do not deserve him. I'm just hoping he never realizes it, that he's too good for me. Because without him, I fall apart. He's my everything.
And I am going to marry him and have tiny him's and we'll live happily ever after.
-Sam
In case you were wondering:
PICTURES!!!!


And the best part...no train AND it's long enough and Jason is shorter than me so I can wear flip flops. Ghetto? Yes! Comfortable? YES!!!!
4 comments:
Thanks!!!!
you are gonna be the mostest purdy bride!
I totally tried on that dress and totally didn't have the boobs for it! YO GO YOU BUSTY GIRL! I'll give you my Marsh-rated hott ass for your boobs!
In all seriousness, it looks gorgeous. When you get it let's go ahead and do some bridal shots!! Whoohoo!!
That was me, by the way. :)
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