tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512726896971746986.post5604152054570723541..comments2023-07-07T08:22:44.636-04:00Comments on blog-like couture: I Don't Like Your Dress, But I Did The First Time I Saw ItAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11179012533778101261noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5512726896971746986.post-71498308196424598532012-01-29T13:24:58.603-05:002012-01-29T13:24:58.603-05:00You are so funny. This is why I love you so much. ...You are so funny. This is why I love you so much. I tried to find my dream dress, in fact I did find it. However, because of my thyroid, when I went to go buy it, it didn't fit anymore & I looked pregnant. It was last minute so my mom & I ran to davids. I am sure 90 billion other woman wore my dress too. However it looked good on me and made me feel like snow white. No one picked it out, it was just one of like 50 dresses in my size at the time that I was throwing on just to find something. Oh and can we rant about dress sizes? Cause if you ever go try any on, you will see what I mean. It was rediculous. My brides maids however, did not go matchy matchy. I told them all to buy a black dress, preferrably not long. Each of their dresses was their own & they can wear them again. I always loved black & white but you should have HEARD how many arguments I got from everyone cause I wasn't doing the wedding colors or making them wear the same style. I wanted my girls comfortable and not wasting 500 bucks on something they would throw away later. Personally my dress doesn't make me cringe even though it wasn't my style or unique. It was also only 400 bucks. Yay me. What I HATED was my hair. Ugg. I spent so long growing it out and when it came to the wedding day it didn't want to do ANYTHING. My mom hated my make-up because it wasn't how I normally did it. It doesn't bother me. My skin looked like silk. That dress through... omg it was heavy & tight. I thank gods I didn't wear the corset under it too, I would have died.Sharnanoreply@blogger.com