So when it was my turn I should have been ecstatic and anxious and super happy. I wasn't. I was a little tired and hadn't been to the gym in a month. I did have my mom and one of my sisters with me which was good. But the dresses weren't fitting right or they weren't making me excited. And you know that moment when they take a waffling bride and put the veil on her to seal the deal? Turns out I hate veils. I feel like a nun. Dress ruiner for sure.
I had my day in my hometown with my mom and sister, trying on dresses at the stores I had bought my prom dresses from. Literally, one store owner was helping me and assured me she remembered what I looked like topless. Gotta love small towns. But I didn't find "the dress" only dresses I really liked.
I returned to KC and went to some stores here. It's just gotten worse. I think I like something tend go home and look at the pictures and think I look hideous. None, or very few at least, fit me right. Most will need such major alterations we would essentially be rebuilding the entire dress. Talk about a buzz kill.
So I'm quitting, for now. I haven't found my dress yet and I know the clock is ticking. But I don't want to rush into a major thing and for me, the dress is a major thing. I somehow need to find a classy dress that makes me feel like a princess, in spite of the seeming nun veil, that comfortably fits Betty Boop. This is so not like on tv.
