Driven perhaps by the same instinct that sends penguins across Antarctica, I headed to David’s Bridal to try on one specific dress. Why did I think this dress would work? I have no idea. But it did. Bridal consultants admired my accessorizing: grey and black striped socks and silver booties. My feeling is, if the dress can handle some stripped socks, you’re in good shape. To top it off, it’s on sale. I almost bought it then and there. But then what about dress shopping with my mom? And the ladies? Isn’t this supposed to take longer? Am I too efficient? Aren’t I supposed to see my transformed self in the mirror and break down into tears? Somehow I thought there was more to this.
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Mar