Standing in the dressing room feeling very awkward, wearing ivory, 2 inch heels, black and white polka dot underwear, and a tiny white strapless bra, the kind, young sales woman pulled a dress of the hanger, cinched it up in her hands asked me to raise my hands above my head and began stuffing me in the dress. She zipped me up and pulled two clamps out of a little wooden dresser. I was a little concerned about what the home depot purchased clamps were all about. I already felt tortured, then to see some clamps, I was sure I was going home with some bruises. Thankfully they were only used to pull the dress back so it wouldn’t hang on my large bosom.
6 dresses later, I was done. Between the hassle of getting there to the orange clamps, I was so ready for some lunch in the city.
I won’t leave you all hanging like a limp, white wedding dress on a padded satin hanger. Below are some of the dresses I wore whild I climbing up on a carpeted circle to spin around for my mom and sister.
This dress was really cute. It reminded me of a country or beach side wedding type of dress.
This dress was ugly. The kind sales woman brought this one for me to try on.
This dress still catches my eye. It screams classy, but didn’t look so cute on me. It was a little much.
This dress was my second favorite. I wish you could all see the detailed embellishments of tiny wooden beads and hand stitched flowers. This gown is truly a piece of art.
Last, but not least. This dress won my heart. I’m not sure it’s THE ONE, but it’s ranked the highest so far.
{All pictures from Priscilla of Boston}
