Tomorrow's the day. Tomorrow, I go dress shopping.

I have an appointment, so it's all official and stuff. I figured an appointment was the best way to make sure I don't find some reason not to go. Honestly, I'm waiting to have them tell me something terrible, like that I'm too late, nothing can be ordered this close to the wedding. Or that yes, they can get me the dress I want, but it will be $500 more dollars because they have to rush it and I'm "plus-size" in bridal measurements. Everyone can tell me to be positive all they want,

 I'm used to hearing it. But I'm not starting any new trends, so you can stuff it. 

Luckily I have moral support in the form of Valerie. Hopefully she'll still want to come to the beach after shopping with me tomorrow. I decided just to go to one store, figuring that if I only have one place to look, there's less that can go wrong. Fewer things to be indecisive between. And only one old seamstress to have to convince myself it's okay to get half naked in front of. You know, because that's not going to be awkward or anything. Sure, she's seen who knows how many brides in ill-fitting bloated looking white satin. But how many unfamiliar old ladies have I had to strip down for? That would be none, if anyone reading this wonders. 

For your viewing pleasure, here are a few gowns I would like to think I might have a chance with, given my wallet can stretch far enough and my body can be Spanxed in enough.