Shopping

Mum and I went shopping this afternoon – a certain special kind of shopping involving lots of satin and, let’s face it, dresses that were well deserved to be called after a fluffy type of dessert*. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I had fairly certain ideas about what I wanted, the style and shape and colour (namely not a meringue, flattering – therefore not slinky, I don’t do slinky and white without extreme ornamentation, I’m not a glitter person either). I expected that this shopping venture would eventually culminate in the dress but only after long soul searching, agonizing between dresses, visiting many different shops and trying on lots, and lots, of ensembles. I was quite looking forward to it to be perfectly honest. What I didn’t expect was that on our first tentative footsteps into this strange world, we would not only be surprised about just what did look right, but at how easy it was. Practically the first thing we were told was that, whatever we thought looked good or not on me, the best thing to do would be to try it on before making any decisions because something that looks horrendous on the hanger and you think you would never, ever wear, may actually turn out to be the one that brings tears (of happiness, that is) to your eyes. Normal rules are thrown out for wedding dresses. Many dresses were taken off the racks including one café coloured with small roses on the upper right hand side of the bodice and left hip, one with ruffled up fabric going across the bodice (what’s the rule, never wear horizontal stripes? See above for treatment of ‘normal’ rules) and a large rose on one hip, a 2 piece bodice and skirt that had layers of net and a satin bodice and lots of beading, one with an empire waistline (which I normally avoid like the plague due to it falling in just the wrong places for my figure and making me look 6 months pregnant) and straps which were all ruffly and even one off the window dummy. Some were white, some were ivory, some pale gold. Most had huge trains, some did not. And you know what? They all looked wonderful. The one with the large rose could have done without the rose but other than that was very flattering. I did find my dream dress. The moment I put it on I felt magical (and my waist looks TINY) and I can’t wait for Graham to see me in it...I’ll leave it to you to work out which one it was though :) *alright, it's fixed now, is that better?