So Gig & The Beau got engaged December a year ago. And the wedding is in April.

Last week, my “momma dress” arrived. I was a little worried about it. (OK, maybe more than a “little”.) I’d found it online then couldn’t find one locally to try on. I even bought another dress – a really pretty navy sequined short dress – that I knew by the time I got it home that it wasn’t what I wanted to wear. Then I finally found THE DRESS. So I grabbed a friend, ran down to Dallas, tried it on in a short version, different color, picked the color, paid for it all in about a 5 minute time period. Got in the car and thought, “What did I just do?! Does Gig even LIKE this dress?!” Then I saw the picture we’d snapped and I wouldn’t even show it to people because I thought it looked bad – more like boobs with no waist. What had I done?!

So, last week they called. (BTW – a great shout out to Circle Park Bridal. I love the owner.) The day of reckoning. So Fred & I ran down Saturday to pick it up. I was nervous. Real nervous. If I hated this dress it was going on Craigslist and Gig was probably going to kill me…or The Beau’s mom who waited for me to pick. (Did you know that etiquette is that the MOB picks first? Yeh, me either.)

Fred wouldn’t go away so I could try this on alone and therefore throw what’s known in the South as a hissy fit if need be (and yes, there ARE reasons for a hissy fit sometimes). But then, cue the angels singing, OMG it was lovely! I love it! Thank. You. Jesus!

And then the euphoria started! I don’t look like a blimp! It’s a lovely dress! It’s got pockets! It’s too long! (I don’t know that I’ve ever had a dress that was too long.) It’s comfortable. And Gig, she said the nicest things – “It’s perfect. You look beautiful.” And I think for the first time since I bought it, I could breathe. And Fred said it took me about an hour and a half to come down to earth.

This getting married stuff is hard on the momma.