Y’all. I feel like a total lunatic. I said I wasn’t going to write about my wedding anymore, but here I am. I have to stop taking crazy pills. But I feel the need to share.
I had a little bit of what us southern ladies like to call a “moment” tonight when I tried on my wedding dress. I haven’t tried it on in months and for the first time I had some serious doubts about it. Not doubts about the marriage, but doubts about the dress. It’s the only thing I have bought, hell, it is the only plans I have made. But I’m seriously doubting the dress now. (I.E.: Is this really how I want to look? And does this make me look frumpy?!) I don’t know if the seed of doubt was planted in my brain long ago by my mom and my sister (who were rather unenthusiastic about the dress) or if I am just plain indecisive.
Crappy iPhone picture aside, what do you all think? It’s vintage, of course. I originally wanted to tailor the neckline down a bit, cut the sleeves to my elbows and add a thin gold belt. I just added the black for show. But is it special enough?
the indecisive librarian, melanie