So yesterday I was at Louise’s house for my fourth (and final) fitting and was in the spare bedroom where she stores all the dresses and was changing into my dress when I decide to take a peek through some of the dresses hanging on the walls. I looked at maybe 4 or 5 of them and then saw one hanging against a wall with only about half of the left side peeking out behind a bunch of other dresses. I just stared at it and kept thinking how gorgeous it was. Now up until this point (a week before my wedding) I have resisted the urge to look at other dresses and have had no regrets about my dress at all. But now, staring at this dress, I have MAJOR dress envy. I start getting super pouty because I’m super overemotional lately and now I want THAT dress and it’s not fair that that dress is so much prettier than mine. I’m about to get over myself and realize I’m acting like a bratty toddler when it hits me. I pull the dress out further, put my arm up to compare the straps of my dress and this new dream dress, and realize it is, in fact, the EXACT. SAME. DRESS. I’m a moron.
At least now I know I picked the right dress….
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