It Was Better In My Imagination
I know some of you preserved your wedding dresses, but I am not one of those people. I don't know why you did because how do you bust it out occasionally and prance around in it??!!!!
Periodically throughout the years (a smidge over 12- to be exact) I like to get out the old wedding dress and just see . . . can I still get it on? The past 2 times I've done this, I have stunned myself to find I can still get it on. I was also stunned to find that it got over my hips no sweat, it's the rib area where my problems are. I guess I take in a lot more oxygen or something because it's way tighter on my ribs than it used to be. I still got it zipped up- without effort. However, once I was zipped up in that buddy . . . well deep breaths were a luxury I couldn't quite . . . take in.
Before I put my dress on, I imagined myself prancing around my mother's living room, picking daisies, and small children being in awe of my beauty. I imagined myself sitting on my mother's couch eating ice cream like, Monica, Rachel, and Pheobe did. They had a great time and talked about how awesome it was, so of course, it would be awesome for me too. The thing is, I couldn't wait to get out of that damn thing. I getting sweaty from all crinolin, and fabric, and it was a smidge snug on the old lungs. Plus, Andrew seemed to feel I wasn't quite as beautiful as he was supposed to think I was. However, Alexa kept saying, "Pretty!"
The thing is, even though it fit and I am thrilled to say I wore it, zipped it up, and pranced a bit, wearing it wasn't quite as awesome as the day I wore it. Luckily, the marriage is WAY better than wearing that dress. ;-)
Periodically throughout the years (a smidge over 12- to be exact) I like to get out the old wedding dress and just see . . . can I still get it on? The past 2 times I've done this, I have stunned myself to find I can still get it on. I was also stunned to find that it got over my hips no sweat, it's the rib area where my problems are. I guess I take in a lot more oxygen or something because it's way tighter on my ribs than it used to be. I still got it zipped up- without effort. However, once I was zipped up in that buddy . . . well deep breaths were a luxury I couldn't quite . . . take in.
Before I put my dress on, I imagined myself prancing around my mother's living room, picking daisies, and small children being in awe of my beauty. I imagined myself sitting on my mother's couch eating ice cream like, Monica, Rachel, and Pheobe did. They had a great time and talked about how awesome it was, so of course, it would be awesome for me too. The thing is, I couldn't wait to get out of that damn thing. I getting sweaty from all crinolin, and fabric, and it was a smidge snug on the old lungs. Plus, Andrew seemed to feel I wasn't quite as beautiful as he was supposed to think I was. However, Alexa kept saying, "Pretty!"
The thing is, even though it fit and I am thrilled to say I wore it, zipped it up, and pranced a bit, wearing it wasn't quite as awesome as the day I wore it. Luckily, the marriage is WAY better than wearing that dress. ;-)
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| This is supposed to be a silly face, but it's not silly enough to look silly, so I had to clarify- it's a silly face, not my regular face, looking weird. |
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