I know as a bride I am supposed to take every single person I know wedding dress shopping with me, but I don't think I can stand to hear every one's opinions. It seems to me that every time I find "THE" dress and tears are about to pour from my eyes, someone says something to the effect of, "oh it's okay, definitely not the dress for you though" and my heart breaks. And then they proceed to comment about how "Amazing" I look in a dress that I would never think to walk down the aisle in. I am so conflicted. I want everyone to think I look great; but I also want to feel that I look great for myself. I think this is why I like to go shopping with my daddy. He waits to hear what I think and then he agrees with me. That's all I really want to hear from the people I bring with me; agreement that I do indeed look awesome in the dress.
So since I did not purchase a dress today and I am going to keep looking I thought I would post the picture of the dress that my mother loved and I hated...you decide who is right.
Mom's favorite style by Lazaro (I think it looks like a nightgown)

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