Since he already saw the dress, I'll post about it.

Our wedding is the thing of the past so let's look at pictures of me in ridiculous dresses, shall we?   

3 days after I became an engaged woman, my mom, sister Steph, and I walked into a David's Bridal WITHOUT AN APPOINTMENT.  By the look on the sales lady's face, I might as well have just killed a puppy.  She was feeling gracious that day and squeezed us in anyway.  Because, as everyone knows, if a bride doesn't get what she wants she will combust into a fit of rage.  

Honestly, this shopping trip was meant to be fun and casual.  I had no idea what I wanted in a dress, I didn't have a venue, I didn't have a wedding theme or colors or a planner or whatever else brides are supposed to have.  I did know that anything over $400 was just absurd.  I can't rationalize spending more than that one a dress for one day.  So, even though every dress in the store was at my mercy, I knew, by the cost alone, that none of their traditional wedding dresses were for me:

This one was nice, but, eh.  My face shows my true feelings.  No strapless for me.

This one, too much lace.

Oh.  My.  Words cannot express this atrocity of tulle.

Obviously, this one wasn't working either.  Too much lace.  Too much sleeve.

After many heavy dresses, it was time for a break.  The thirst and hunger where setting in - what does it take for a girl to get a nice seltzer with a lemon in one of these stores??

The last dress to be tried on was casually grabbed from the formal wear section of the store.  The mother of the bride section, to be exact.  I put it on....walked out of the dressing room...glanced in the mirror...then....had an emotional breakdown.

Then proceeded to check my hot self out.