Tomorrow, I get to try these dresses on and I am so excited it feels like freakin' Christmas Eve.

I will probably never end up buying one of these dresses, because we will probably just say "fuck it" and go to City Hall, but today I get to wear gorgeous embroidered silks and metallic laces and I am so ready for it.

So, I went to try on dresses on Friday and had such a great time and I love FOUR of them equally. I was feeling really good about the whole experience, having spent some good time with my friend who is also getting married, with both of us trying on gorgeous frocks.

Then I sent the pictures to my mom, as she demanded, and she pulled no punches in telling me she basically hated all of them, so what was a wonderful day suddenly became a fraught, depressing, resentful day.