The journey of my wedding dress

26Feb10

First, I stressed about it.

Then, I bought it. (Or, rather, my mother did.)

I dreamed about the shoes I would put with it.

I got the phone call!

I went to visit.

I had a fitting two weeks ago. It was kind of an odd feeling have a slightly plump Spanish lady crawling around on the floor around me. She pinned my dress up, showed me the bustles she would make, charged me a lot of money and took it home with her for two weeks.

I went back yesterday, did a few twirls in the dress since I can now walk in it without ripping a hem, gave Carmen a little more money and trundled the huge fluffy bundle into my car.

In other words, my dress has finished half of it’s journey.

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