The Wedding-Dress-Wanna-Be-Coma

I am guilty.  I am guilty of destroying my living room with bridal magazines.

Toby's undeniable opinion...

And, I now I need a major detox because all I can see is the color white—white with ruffles. Do I want to look like the waves of a greasy chip on my marriage day? Um, no—but every bridal impostor grazing through these magazines made a voluntary choice to flash these white, irritating layers. They appear to me like robots. Who wouldn't resist such a temptation--robots, fluff and potato chips? 

Now what is the current result of my wedding-dress-wanna-be-coma? Just look. Look.

The ruffle, whip dress

If you didn't really look long enough, go back and look again. The details of this masterpiece confuse me. Every time I search for the words to gently and delicately describe this dress, I think, "Ha". One thing is for certain though--in a dress like this, you wouldn't ever be forgotten. Odds are that you may not even be able to kiss your new Husband with that fluffy barrier.  But that's ok because your guest, Jane Doe, saw that dress (and that's all she/he saw the whole time).

Ok, now I want you to consider this next example. You've just ordered this sweet, chocolatey drink at Starbucks but one really really important detail was left out...the whipped cream. How would this dress solve your issue?

Ironically, i've found myself more appealed to this potato sack than most of the dresses I've passed by. What would Ry say if I walked down the isle wearing this?

Sadly, with either option, I have a feeling no one would ever forget that day...

So, I bet now you are wondering, "What is Karlee going to wear on that special day?"  Well, if you must know, right now I have nothing other than my birthday suit (because I haven't gone to get a dress).  But, when I do...

You will just have to wait like everyone else. Wink.