...ever since I discovered it on Netflix, I've been watching lots of episodes of "Say Yes to the Dress".
What can I say? I love seeing all the dresses, some of which are gorgeous and some of which are NOT.
My favorite thing about it, though, is that Delaney has sat through many an episode with me. I didn't expect that at all from my girl who yawns at fashion in general. (She has declared that she never wants to wear make-up and she's content with the appearance of her hair as soon as she has run a brush through it, which is all perfectly fine with me.)
I thought my fuss-free princess would roll her eyes at me for subjecting anyone in our household to the sound of Randy squealing over the perfect dress for the show's 1000th most beautiful bride. Imagine my delight when she seated herself next to me on the couch and began to comment on necklines and ruching.
Since she showed such interest in the dresses on TV, I decided to pull an old rag out of my own closet and ask the girl if she wanted to try it on.
As you can see, she did say yes to the dress:
Isn't she lovely?
After she let it fall to the floor from her waif like frame, I decided to see if I could squeeze my matronly figure into it.
About half-way up, the zipper lost any courage that it may have had seconds earlier.
Apparently I was rather skinny 17 and a half years ago. Why didn't I know that then?
Jeff was called in to see if his muscles could persuade the zipper to do more than it felt capable of.
After a few minutes of contorting my body into various configurations as Jeff tugged and pulled, I found myself encased in aging french lace.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that it's not what I would choose if I was getting married today, but it's alright. The only thing I really don't like about it is the big bow in the back.
It looks like my rear sprouted wings and is trying to fly away.
Delaney started taking pics from all different angles.
In one, which I neglected to post here, you could even see the toilet in the background.
We've got a few years before Delaney will be picking out her wedding gown and I'm quite certain that Kleinfeld's won't be involved (unless we find a trunk of gold buried in our backyard). In the meantime, I'll enjoy moments like these with her whenever I can. They are all too fleeting.
