But that's where the beauty of the Bedazzler System works for you: you can then leave the dress unbedecked, and explain on the wedding day "Oh my gosh, in all the planning, I got so busy we forgot to throw a bedazzle party! OH WELL..."
Foolishly, I'd imagined that since I was paying for it, I'd be choosing it.
The truth quickly came out, and I realized that I would NEVER EVER EVER GET OUT OF THE STORE if I did not buy the floral Jessica McLintock off-the-shoulder covered-in-lace drop-waist monstrosity with what can only be described as "wings." So I did.
And I got married in it.
And I don't regret it in the least because I wanted to get the FUCKING HELL OUTTA THERE.
Thanks. Unfortunately, with my mother-in-law, my future husband, and me all in the same room, it should be nearly impossible to come to an agreement on ANYTHING. Actually, maybe that's a good thing. I'll go stealth-shopping if I have to. Anyway, I'm trying to remind myself that the wedding isn't really the important part. It's just painful to realize I might be paying for photographs in which I look like a blazing fool. Then again, that would probably happen no matter what I was wearing.
I'm having difficulty imagining these "wings". You got any photos you want to share?
I was not telling you to just give in, FTR. I was just remembering the hell of getting a dress.
In my case, it was worth looking kinda stupid to get the hell out of the store, but I was 21 and feeling very conflicted about the whole idea of a ceremony anyway. If I'd had my way, we would have gone to a justice of the peace.
As it turns out, I'm glad I didn't get my way because we had a lovely, thoughtful ceremony.
My dress was horrible, though. However, I am now grateful there were no sequins.
I think we're resigned to the three-ring circus that this wedding has become. We really wanted to keep it very small and informal, but it was a losing battle from the start. Actually, now I'm feeling that it might all have been worth it just to see my Grandmother reading my Mom the riot act for not allowing us to just do the whole thing at her house. Go Grammy! Nice to see the stroke isn't keeping her down. It's very reassuring to hear that going through with the big wedding might actually be a good thing. I just hope our guests enjoy themselves and nothing goes too hideously awry. Anyhoo -- if you do dig up those photos, I'd love to see them. (Even without sequins.)
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Foolishly, I'd imagined that since I was paying for it, I'd be choosing it.
The truth quickly came out, and I realized that I would NEVER EVER EVER GET OUT OF THE STORE if I did not buy the floral Jessica McLintock off-the-shoulder covered-in-lace drop-waist monstrosity with what can only be described as "wings." So I did.
And I got married in it.
And I don't regret it in the least because I wanted to get the FUCKING HELL OUTTA THERE.
Here's hoping you have more stamina.
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Anyway, I'm trying to remind myself that the wedding isn't really the important part. It's just painful to realize I might be paying for photographs in which I look like a blazing fool. Then again, that would probably happen no matter what I was wearing.
I'm having difficulty imagining these "wings". You got any photos you want to share?
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I was not telling you to just give in, FTR. I was just remembering the hell of getting a dress.
In my case, it was worth looking kinda stupid to get the hell out of the store, but I was 21 and feeling very conflicted about the whole idea of a ceremony anyway. If I'd had my way, we would have gone to a justice of the peace.
As it turns out, I'm glad I didn't get my way because we had a lovely, thoughtful ceremony.
My dress was horrible, though. However, I am now grateful there were no sequins.
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It's very reassuring to hear that going through with the big wedding might actually be a good thing. I just hope our guests enjoy themselves and nothing goes too hideously awry.
Anyhoo -- if you do dig up those photos, I'd love to see them. (Even without sequins.)
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Oh wait, no I'm just *pretending* to be Darth Vader! I'm actually your sister!
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