Blame it on the girls

So yesterday, I thought it would be fun to take the girls up to GB for a bridal show. The show was a bust, but before we left town, I suggested to the girls that we stop at a bridal shop so they could look at dresses to see what kind of style they might like.

They both found a dress and (can you believe it?) agreed on one style. At the same time, I was looking at the bridal book and found a dress that I kinda liked. Turns out the dress was very similar to the bridesmaid dresses the girls liked.

And then the dangerous thing happened.... After I got the girls to try on the dress and they both agreed they loved it, the girls convinced me to try on dresses myself.

Now, trying to keep the wedding budget low, I hadn't planned on an actual wedding dress. Thought I'd just find a nicer dress to wear that was white-ish.

So the consultant shows me a dress that was kind of informal and was the type of fabric I was sort of looking for. Says she just wants to 'size me'. She grabs the sizing dress and the dress I was looking at and we head for the dressing room.

I try on the sizing dress and it's a really good fit. It's a strapless number with a chiffon overlay and a black sash around the midsection with some rhinestone embellishments. It's nice, and the girls love it, but I'm not sold. Being a bigger gal, I don't think strapless looks good on me.

We take off the sizing dress and the consultant puts the other dress on me. I come out of the dressing room and look in the mirror. I'm like "uh oh". The girls, however, aren't sold. Then, the brilliant consultant grabs a sash accessory (complete with rhinestone bling) that looks almost like the attached sash from the sizing dress and throws it around my waist.

Suddenly, the girls are like "Yah!" And they love it. And (gulp) so do I. The consultant starts throwing around words like "six month interest free financing" and "we can order this in white" (the sample was in ivory). And all I can think of is "Shit." I never thought loving a dress could feel so bad.

I turn and look at the consultant and say, "Get this dress off me. Now I'm going to have to convince my fiance that we can skip something else in the budget (like food). If I don't take this dress off right now, it's gonna be a situation of "No need to wrap it, I'll just wear it out.""

*sigh* Before yesterday, I didn't care if I got married in a t-shirt and jeans. Now I have to have THAT dress. Ugh... Why, of all things, must wedding dresses be my weakness?

That reminds me of one of my favorite episodes of Friends. Go ahead, click on the hyperlink. I promise there's no Ross involved.