Saying Yes To The Dress

First off, no one panic.  The Boy from Texas is under strict instructions not to read this blog.  And he minds well, so we're cool.

Last week, I ventured out on a wedding dress shopping expedition.  As someone who likes neither shopping, nor fashion, I must admit I was a bit hesitant about this whole thing.  But I am happy to report that a dress has been purchased! 

I met up with my parents, matrons of honor (College Roomie and Cousin Whitney), and The Boy from Texas' mom, grandma, and sister in Lubbock for the big event.  Things started out a bit rough when my parents got lost trying to pick me up from the airport, my dad got very cranky, my mom had to learn how to  use a turnaround on the loop, and our hotel changed names and didn't tell us.  It really could only have gone up from there.

That night I tried on a beautiful dress from a sweet friend of mine who got married a few years ago.  Sadly, she's about 6 feet tall and built like a ballerina.  I, on the other hand, am 5'3 and built more like a Mack truck.  In light of that, the dress did not fit.  She did, however, have a beautiful cathedral length veil that I quickly fell in love with and will be wearing when I say "I do" to The Boy from Texas.

The next morning I tried on another dress from a friend only to learn that while we're technically the same size, our rib cages are not.  I, thus, referred to myself as being very bold sprung, a term frequently used by FFA kids judging dairy cattle.  It's a good thing in dairy cows, not so good when you're trying to fit into a dress.  Another one bit the dust.

So off we went to the cutest little boutique called Bliss Bridal.  The owner was this adorable, hip, nice lady and she took great care of us.  We tried on probably 5 dresses or so there and found two that I was pretty in love with that were in my price range. Next up, we headed out to David's Bridal.  After having the full attention of the owner and her assistant at Bliss, David's was more of a free for all.  It was honestly kinda overwhelming to me, but I did find a couple of dresses that I liked quite well.

By this point we were all freaking starving, so we headed to meet up with my dad at Jason's Deli.  He skipped out on the dress shopping altogether, electing instead to hit up Krispy Cream Donuts, the car wash, and a nice shade tree where he took a nap in the car.  That's real life, folks.  After we were all feeling a bit better with food in our stomachs, it was time to make the final decision.

 

In College Roomie fashion, I've decided to keep everyone in a bit of suspense about which dress I finally selected.  I am going to have you all vote on your favorite and on Friday I will reveal the two finalists.  You'll have to wait for October to see which one I selected!

So....which of these dresses would you have chosen?  (Disclaimers:  Dresses are listed in the order in which I tried them on.  Facial expressions are meaningless.)


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In conclusion, a few things.  First, my poor abs were so dang sore the next day from sucking it so much to get into the wedding dresses that I almost cried.  Sit ups, here we come!  Second, I am abundantly blessed with a group of people who love me and support me and tell me when a dress looks ridiculous and assure me that my rear end does not look like the side of a barn.  I'm so grateful for the people that I have in my life....they make everything more fun!

 

Now vote!  And come back Friday for the finalists.