Today I tried on some wedding dresses. It didn't go very well. I don't know if it was the bad new haircut or what, but nothing looked great. In fact, most of the dresses looked awful and I couldn't quite smile at myself in the mirror. So that was a bit depressing.
I started off in Monsoon having liked the look of a couple of dresses on their website. All the long dresses were just too long (I am five foot one and a half). All the shorter ones seemed a bit shapeless on me. And I don't know how many other brides-to-be had tried them on before me, but I did see quite a lot of dangling threads and loose sequins which put me off too.
I tried a second shop. I don't know why - maybe it was the bad haircut again, or maybe because then I was starting to feel a bit harassed - but I only flicked through a few dresses, saw a £1000 price tag and came over all faint. I just can't pay that much money for a dress - it seems all wrong when you have three kids to feed and clothe. So I ran out of the shop in a fluster.
THEN I looked in the windows of the poshest bride shop in town... but it's one of those places where you have to ring the bell for them to let you in and there were no prices in the window and I was all hot and sweaty and I was sure the door would be answered by someone very glam and beautiful who would turn their nose up at me... so I went home.
Maybe I'll just get married in a black bin liner. I could call it a statement. What do you reckon?
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