So Matt and I had opposite weekends. He was did this:
While I was wedding dress shopping with my good friend, Sarah. Now ok. I definitely belive that you should wear whatever you want on your wedding day. My dress, for example, was covered in beads because well... of course it was.
Close up of the bottom of my dress – just a crappy snap shot not like a professional pic or anything but you get the idea. I love beads.
So if you are all about the tulle princess dress than more power to you. However. Sarah? Not a tulle kindof a girl. So seeing her in this was nothing short of hilarious:
Especially when it twirled:
So we had her try on some that were less poufy:
Seriously. She’s a tiny little thing that would look good in anything – except for a dress with a knee bow apparently. The entire conversation while she was in that dress revolved around how impressive it was that her ass could look so big. That’s perhaps not the image most brides would be going for… we got a little closer with this one:
But eventually decided that we’re not really a David’s Bridal kindof a group. At one point this conversation happened:
Sarah in a totally disgusted and hushed tone: “It’s 100% polyester”
Friend #1: “But that’s what makes it so shiny!”
Friend #2: “And flammable!”
Friend #3: “Nothing says class like polyester!”
Friend #1: “And unfinished seams.”
Shudder. And everything she tried on was ridiculously overpriced for the quality. $700 for off-the-rack polyester? FAIL. You can get a much higher quality dress for that price. Possibly even at David’s but we weren’t willing to look very hard.
We had a lot more fun/luck at a vintage dress shop.
Well the bride didn’t have too much luck but it was fun to try on a huge variety of styles from many different decades. Sadly I couldn’t convince her to go for the Princess Di Sleeves. My friend, Michele, however almost bought this:
It’s an original Sarmi. That would be a designer that designed gowns for Jacki O. Yeah. It’s hand beaded silk. The quality of materials is just out of this world – they really don’t make them like they used to. And seriously to own a Jacki O dress? That’s some kind of rockstar. She still might go back and buy it…
Oh and my friends bought me a present:
Yup. Another creepy mystery melon courtesy of the yuppie grocery store. Luckily LB has a stand just perfect for photographing random produce. We played the “guess the color inside” game again… I guessed purple… what do you think?