My sister is the bride’s maid for her best friend’s wedding this August.
Today was our first outing looking for a dress at the local bridal shop.

As soon as I walked in, this wedding dress, shining white with silk, lace, and bows, was waiting to greet me.  It was wrapped around an immaculate headless mannequin.   Naturally, the early evening sun shown at just the right angle to suggest some pot-bellied cherubs would be along shortly to promise whoever wore this dress a life of joy and guaranteed assentation to  Heaven after.

The specter of my own supposed marriage said hello from the back corner shadows.   My ol’ pal Anorexia whispered that, at one point, my body could have doubled for that mannequin.  Together, in theory, that should be me.

I took comfort that there was no way I could afford the four digit dress, knowing full well that had to be the most expensive item in the store.   And, even if I did have the money, I would definitely not spend it on an item that would only be used once, as I don’t intend to remarry if I do marry.  The only way I would get something like that would be as a reward from The Price is Right —  which I seriously doubt I’ll ever attend a taping of.

….. and especially would not buy a white dress.   I can imagine the fruit punch stain.   Geez…

I guess I wasn’t ready for that 1-2 punch.  Turning sharply left, I went to the quarter of the store that housed the bride’s maid dresses.  Some rather snotty, but seemingly efficient, lady came over to address and quickly abandon my sister and I.

After about ten minutes of looking, I guess she noticed that we were serious and eventually came back to take my sister’s measurements.  The short lady of the rigid spine informed us that there was no way we could order a dress and have it in time for an August wedding.   —  August — people.    We’re in late May.    June and July apparently don’t exist in Wedding World ordering.

So, we left.
I couldn’t help but take one last look at that dress that I could not afford and could not wear.

I don’t know.  It just left me feeling all jittering inside
—  Yes,  I made up jittering.   Googled.  Actually, no I didn’t.  Jitter is a word.   However, I used it correctly.

I still fell kind of jittering even now.
I can’t seem to shake it.  It’s weird.
I’ll get over it.

Tomorrow’s adventure?
David’s Bridal.
Whooo ha!

……..  Why mint?  That’s one of the bridal colours.
We’re looking for a mint dress.