Wedding Dress

That dress!

Yes, it's true! After hours of swearing over horrible cheap silks and tulle, and tutting over astronomical price tags, I have found it.

It was unexpected. I had made vague plans to go north for a few days, visit in laws and a few shops, but did't have to.

Me and my trusted mate Sarah went out this Saturday. Charged up on lunch and wine and tea, we braved the first shop, and tried things that would shock the most frivolous gypsy bride. Rolling out, laughing like hell and hour or so later, we had one more booking. I must say I didn't feel much like it. sample sizes are tiny, and after pulling and pushing, and almost losing the ability to breathe a few times, I much preferred the thought of the pub.

But we went. And oh my. Even looking through the window we started jumping up and down. My sort of thing! What is my sort of thing? Do you have it?
I looked through tea length and antique lace, pretty ribbons and underskirts. Frowned, smiled, asked for advice.

Such professionalism! She tugged, draped, pulled, pinned, asked lots of questions about my style, life, interests, the wedding venue, colours etc.

And hours later, there it was. Having lost about two sizes from the make do calico bodice, I emerged from the fitting room, demure and rosy, soft vintage fabric all around me. The perfect hour glass.

We all gaped, Sarah wiped a tear, and I was ready to swing out my VISA to sell my soul.
I'm going back on Saturday, then the work starts.