Sunday, February 7, 2010

My mom came to visit us in Chicago this weekend.  We went to a wedding dress shop and I tried on an endless array of dresses.

I feel the need to get opinions and I wish my sister could have been with us.  So yesterday I did something I shouldn't have done.  I made Eric look at all the pictures we took.  I told him to just tell me if he liked a dress or if he didn't like a dress.  I was supposed to keep my mouth shut and not let on to which dresses were my favorites.  First dress - a resounding "no".  His favorite dress was a plain and strapless number.

This may be one of the reasons why you're not supposed to show the groom your dress.  I know he'll think I'm beautiful in whatever dress I wear.  But how cool is this dress?  How could he hate it?

Back to the drawing board I suppose.

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