A friend of mine is getting married in July, and I get to be the maid of honor. I wanted to be the officiant, but apparently Presbyterian churches in Canada don't really like people who've been ordained on the internet to preside over weddings, or something. Fun-killers.
My friend (D) said she doesn't really care what I wear. As a matter of fact, D doesn't really care about this wedding; her fiance is the one who's all gung-ho about it, and insisting on the big church wedding with all the fixin's, which is the opposite of what usually happens. Anyway, the fiance's daughters were freaked out that D hadn't picked her colors yet ("Blush and bashful," I told her. "BLUUUUUUSH. and BAAAAAASHFUL."), so D made a quick decision which was that we should each wear a black dress, and she doesn't want to be involved further than that.
You'd think that finding a black dress that one could wear in an afternoon wedding would be fairly simple. You would be wrong.
I hate shopping, and right now, I'm not really sure what size I am, and I keep heading over the the plus-sized racks, even though I don't need to anymore. I was talking to D about this yesterday, about how I still see myself as the Fat Girl, and so I have a hard time finding something I like enough to try on; then, when I try something one, I'm super-critical about the fit and how it looks on me. D got kind of frustrated with me last Saturday, when I said (for the eighth time), that I didn't like where a sash was hitting on me because it made my waist look too bulky.
BDD, I have it.
Since we traipsed all over Metropolis Saturday and still didn't find a dress, I came home to do some internet shopping. First I bought this shirt. IT WAS NECESSARY.
Then I bought this dress. It's probably made in a sweatshop, but I was so tired I couldn't muster up more than a kernel of outrage. And you know how brides always say, "Oh, but you can wear it again!?" I don't. But I could see myself wearing this one on more than one occasion.
Provided, of course, that it fits.