I don’t want to be a selfish bride, and so I am going to try and refrain from posting about wedding issues, because it just seems so self-absorbed. But I just have to say one thing, I do not believe that there is anything more nightmarish than shopping for a wedding dress. If hell was a place where you had to keep doing something that caused you pain over and over again, I think that shopping for a wedding dress would be my condemnation. I had my first foray into that yesterday, and the fact that I have to keep doing it until I find some ridiculous piece of organza or satin is like someone dragging their fingernails against a chalkboard over and over again.
Here is the strange part – I like dresses. There is nothing that I generally consider to be a greater treat than blowing my money on an Anthropologie dress. I like wearing dresses in my daily life. Why is it so different for wedding dresses? I have yet to exactly identify what it is, but the combination of the fact that Mormon-appropriate wedding dresses are generally so ridiculous looking (shirt sleeves and square necks seriously make me want to vomit). Perhaps if I were independently wealthy or a celebrity and could have Oscar de la Renta design my wedding gown, perhaps then I would find something that I like with relative ease. The hard part is, I don’t even know what I would like, so I can’t even describe a dress to someone to have one made either. I have a feeling that Oscar would just know. In the meantime, I just want to find anything that works and get the wedding dress part over with.
Here are other ways that I am not a bride – all I care about is the music and I think everything is too expensive. Does that make me not a girl?
In the meantime, I can delight myself by watching the Panda Cam at the Atlanta Zoo, that Meredith told me about. Something about watching those bears roll all around, is just so memsmorizing. Can I get rolly-poly panda bears at my wedding? Who cares what I am wearing.