All the good stuff is just rolling in: my dress arrived. I was secretly worried I wouldn’t love it as much as I first had but, showing it off to my dog in the cracked, stained mirror leaning against the wall in the crooked hallway, I still do. Luckily. Because I spent too much money on it. No, really, I’m the last person who ever thought she would set foot in a “bridal salon,” let alone then love and buy a dress from said bridal salon. Alas, I did. But I don’t regret it. And it’s fully paid for so there’s no turning back anyway.So, Fiancé was a little nervous taking the big, flat box in from the delivery guy, but I assured him it wasn’t bad luck if he didn’t see the dress. Considering how many couples I know who see each other dressed on their wedding day before their vows, I think we’re safe either way. I don’t necessarily believe in—but oh how I do enjoy—superstitions, but we’re going to uphold this one, if simply for the selfish fact I want to see his relieved [and awed] face when he sees me for the first time in all my bridal glory. Let’s hope he still likes me.
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