My mum and sister came down at the weekend, so we went to a few bridal shops with Val, my m-i-l-2b. I went out with a certain thing in my mind, somehting chic and sophisticated. I had said that I would try on a dress that was the opitimy of what I didn't want to buy. I thought that it would confirm my worst thoughts. I didn't want to hear the words huge, meringue or cinderella. Ended up falling in love with the devil's dress, my arch nemesis. Turns out, as I am so tall, and apparantly have a good figure, I can carry of bug and fluffy. I ended up going into the last shop saying the bigger the better. I actually said the biggest dress they had wasn't big enough, and asked for more petticoats! This will count towards my homework for Anna, my Rolfer. She wanted me to think of occassions were being tall was an advantage, and when felt proud to be tall. I definately did!
Here's a little peak at one of the dresses (my hands are up by my face as I am crying btw)
20 Jun 2007 at 10:12PM
