I hate everything

[threemeninaboat]

except for tortellini.

Mom and I went dress shopping today. I think I hate bridal gowns.
The first store said we need an appointment.
The second store was consignment and was okay. I found a lovely gold sequin 1920s flapper gown. Except I'm an hourglass and there was no shaping it.
The third store was totally by the book low end catalog. Polyester. Beads. I said, "I'm looking for something wild and unusual." She handed me something off-white, "This is unusual."

We stopped in at MODA and found the perfect shirt for John. It's linen with gold brocade cuffs and collar. I'll have him go and try it on. The attendant was a sweet old Rastafarian man.

Comments

[demonsthenes.livejournal.com]

Oooh 1920 flapper gown sounds absolutely lovely! Surely you could smash yourself into Spanx and be totally uncomfortable for a few hours. I kid, I kid... :)

[manintheboat.livejournal.com]

That wasn't the problem. It was too big with no waist! Flapper= no ass!