Dum dum da DUMB
After shopping for my sister's wedding this past Friday, somehow she managed to convince me that I should try on the wedding dress purchased in 1997 for a wedding that wasn't. She's been trying to convince me for years. I'm not sure why this year was any different (except for being 30) but this year I decided it would be hilarious to break it out. And with that I present a study on why 22 year old should not get married, and also why they should never be allowed to choose their own wedding dresses. See evidence below:
I hate bows. It's hard to remember back to 22, but I suppose at some point I must have liked them. *shudder*
That said, a giant bow on the bottom is NEVER a good idea. Not in any decade. It is NEVER in style. *sigh*
Front bow detail.
Front boob detail -- way, way too chaste for today's taste.
This thing even had bows on the sleeves. So many bows. And look at the profile. This thing has crenoline in the stomach area--cause everyone needs puffiness there.
It had a pretty long train, too.
I'll never quite know what I was thinking. I really wasn't. I just wanted to get the planning over with...
The only positive thing I can say is that at least after 9 years the damn thing still fits. And at least I was able to get a good laugh at my own expense.