I didn’t plan to get married in a prom dress, but I think it’s rather brilliant that I did.
It solved the problem of me…
- not wanting to spend a fortune on a dress I’d only wear once
- hating bridal shops where I’d have to act like a princess
- wearing white, which looks horribly unflattering on me
(Do you understand, now, why Liz Lemon and I are BFF’s?)
My mom was in town for the weekend, and she was determined to buy me a dress. I am a pear shaped tomboy who hates trying on clothes. Can you picture how much fun we had?
I remember hitting my limit, the end of my patience, the stick-a-fork-in-me-I’m-done moment. We were in the middle of Downtown Seattle’s shopping district and I blurted out, “WHY DO I HAVE TO WEAR A FREAKIN’ **WEDDING** DRESS TO THIS GODFORSAKEN WEDDING?”
And that was my lightbulb moment: on the corner, somewhere near City Center mall, pitching a bridal fit.
From there my mom and I marched into Cache where I elbowed past a gaggle of teenage girls, tried on this fabulous sage green dress, and paid only $200 for it.
And it looked FABULOUS on me!
Ten years ago today I got married in that dress.
I love this picture of us in those blissful moments right after the ceremony, because I still feel the way I look in this photo. I still adore being married to him.
Well, maybe still isn’t the right word, since I’ve thrown many objects and harsh words at him since that day…
No, still still applies. There are no mountains without the valleys, as they say.
Parsons Garden, where we got married.