Saturday, January 23, 2010

It really is all about the dress.

If I were a princess I'd wear beautiful satin A-line dresses. They'd be strapless of course...some would have sequins and some would be plain- some would touch the floor and some would hit just above the knee so I could attend a tea party outside.

I thought about this on my way back from Greenville today and I had an epiphany. I want to LIVE at David's Bridal.

Ok, so at first sight the rows and rows of satin and taffeta are really overwhelming. But as soon as a perky young lady in a nice tailored black pantsuit and a shiny name tag steps out from the masses your life gets a lot better. Instantaneously you have someone at your beck and call- retrieving dresses in every style and color available AND pulling each one in several sizes to accommodate all of your various-sized bridesmaids.

There is something cathartic about trying on different dresses and deciding exactly who you want to be. Were we going to be chiffon wearing, elegant, sophisticated up-do wearing women? Or were we more inclined for the knee length strapless garden style dress with loose ringlet and a desire to dance all night?

I'm just saying- being a girl rocks, and it's not even my wedding.

This must be how boys feel about cars/computers/video games/guns.

Since dress shopping was such a success I'm considering the fact that perhaps I need someone to manage my life the way that my favorite new Greenvill-ian managed my wardrobe today.

What are the odds that I can afford someone like that on a teacher's salary?

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