Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Like a Pregnant Teen

My new ordered-online-from-a-maternity-store wedding dress finally came today. It arrived tremendously wrinkled on a broken plastic hanger with a pile of advertisements (a baby thermometer, an Olan Mills baby portrait package, a credit card that helps you save up for your baby's college education). It's strapless but lacks any sort of support to hold it up, and the skirt bears numerous smudge marks that have the look of permanence. I'm beginning to get the feeling that the world doesn't want pregnant brides to feel good about themselves.

My feeling at this point is an overwhelming sense of Oh, well. Maybe if I steam out the wrinkles, hire a tailor to add some decor over the black marks, and safety pin a string at the top to help hold it up...

Why must wedding dresses be either trashy or thousands of dollars? Can't someone make something nice for under 700 bucks? Even for pregnant ladies?

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