The second I got engaged, I immediately turned into one of Those Girls. You know, the ones who carry around a stack of bridal magazines and can only talk about things like centerpieces, bows made of tulle and the merits of roses versus daisies. It wasn’t long before I had picked out the exact same wedding dress in every magazine, dog-earing pages and circling designers as if I wasn’t going to be shopping at David’s Bridal.
When it came time for the big day – the big shopping day, that is – my mom, cousins and friends all headed out with me. I flipped through the dresses on the racks and pulled out The One.
Well, I thought it was the one. But it turned out that the gorgeous wide-necked, cap-sleeved tight bodice with the simple full skirt looked terrible on my narrow shoulders. I mean, it just looked awful. I could prove it to you, because my mom lovingly snapped a picture when I tried it on. But honestly, it still makes me a little sad.
To read the rest of this post (and to figure out what a wedding dress has to do with a Disney fairy), head over to (in)courage.
Oh drats, that site is blocked at school.
(in)courage is blocked at your school? But my blog isn’t? That is bizarre!
Excellent post. :)
(Glad you’re back!:)
LOVED this! Well written, so encouraging and I can SO relate! I am pretty sure I needed to hear this :)
Thank you, Amanda! I’m glad you enjoyed the post!