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Dress Shopping, Part 1 of...?? Who knows...

I have to ask, if you were looking at this dress would you use any of the following words to describe it: informal, unembellished, light weight, casual

No, didn't think so. The people at David's Bridal were not helpful. I kept telling her things like, Informal, very casual, Texas in July...INFORMAL. This is the last dress she pulled for me. It fit me terribly and was not at all what I described. At least you can see my baby bump brewing up nicely! :) Cause that's what every shot gun wedding bride dreams of... LOL

All kidding aside. I did find an ok dress there but it would be WAY TOO HEAVY AND HOT. But I suppose, if I had to choose between the too hot dress and something way too informal, I would choose this dress. Atleast I somewhat have a backup. Its a little too long so that part would have to be altered (darn you short legs) but other than that, not too bad.

My friend L and I also went and got the bridesmaids dresses. We were going to order them online but of course they were out of all the sizes we needed online but they had them in stock in store. Of course, each size was in a DIFFERENT store. Nothing can be boring and easy people. There's always GOT to be some extra little excitement in all I do. I when I say excitement, I really mean HASSLE. Oh well, we got them (well I'm still waiting for one of them to be shipped to me because JCPenney's has decided to discontinue their "ship to store" service - way to go JCP a-holes). L tried hers on and I think they look really cute...and COMFORTABLE and LIGHT WEIGHT - so perfect :)

I'm glad the girls' dresses have been checked off the list. One less thing. MY dress saga however...??



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