whoa nelly nelly

so i went to get fitted for my wedding dress today. as the whole fiesta starts coming together (as much as it can without my attention anyhow), a simple thing like getting fitted for my dress makes the whole wedding business a little more real. and it DEFINITELY makes me more excited about being married. 71 days to go!

as for the actual fitting experience itself, it's lots of pins and needles. since i'm short, everything needs to be cut like 5 inches, but it looks pretty cool all around. it helped to have my seamstress-savvy momma there who negotiated $10 off the alterations. go mom! (the alterations actually cost almost as much as the dress. bleah.) i'm also feeling like a genius because i found a pair of (slightly dirty and scuffed) ivory satin shoes with a half-inch heel to match at nordstrom rack a month ago. wahoo! i could totally get away with orange uggs if i felt like it since the dress is that long, but these flats are very comfortable, so i won't mind wearing them.

the two other brides getting fitted with me were more ... mature brides. heeday says it's not fair for me to say that they were potentially second-time brides, which is true, but i will say they were much older than me. one woman was super-leathery and had a really weird fitted dress with lots of beads. it didn't have a train but it had this weird chiffon ruffle/bustle thing going up the back. and a monster floor-length veil. ick. she chewed gum the whole time.

the other woman wore these ridiculous four inch shoes with a wrap-around ribbon strap. in the hour that she stood getting fitted, her feet swelled like crazy and when she took them off, her feet started turning a normal color again. sucks to her ass-mar on her wedding day when she actually has to walk. but OMG. her dress was a crazyass sequined bust, with a GIANT tulle skirt. GIANT. with a GIANT tiara. and a GIANT beady veil. all my favorite things. i tried hard not to cringe. i had to look at my own dress again and be reassured that that look is DEF not in my future.

upon leaving the store, i saw three or four more brides with the sequinned bust-giant tulle skirt look on. dear god. i mean, to each their own, but is that much tulle really necessary? gag me.

someone cut it out.