My mother recently arrived with Shanda in tow to perform a little wedding dress shopping. Leaving good Sir Robert to fend for himself this time, we headed straight for David's Bridal where I desperately wanted to try on this dress. I loved everything about this dress, especially the back... that is, until I tried it on. It just didn't fit, even after going up 2 dress sizes. I was, as can be understood by anyone who has gone through this farce, annoyed. Not just at the disappointment of my dream dress being less-than-dreamy, but by all of a sudden finding myself looking at 4 numbers higher on my dress tags.
I find it easier than to bitch about wedding dress trends, rather than worry about whether or not my diet will slim me down in time. Take the disturbing phenomena of looking precisely like a Disney princess (tiara and all) on your wedding day. Listen, if Princess Grace didn't wear a tiara, what makes you think you can? Okay, maybe that's a bit harsh... but I really don't see the appeal of wearing anything that appeals equally to 5 year olds and brides.
Or how about the dresses where you look precisely like you're standing in mashed potatoes? Come on, people!
