I have five rules for wedding dress shopping:
1. I refuse to look like I escaped from the joust at the
Renaissance Faire.
2. I will NOT look like an expensive
French duvet cover. 3. Ditto on looking like an
exploded marshmallow.
4. As I am most decidely NOT a size two, I absolutely refuse to wear anything that makes my
back fat hang down the edge of the dress.
5. I absolutely cannot and will not wear a
halter top dress. My boobs rebel at the thought. Not happening.
To make up for the horrors above, you can have a little fun with
this and
this. My treat.
(Weird, no?)