Shopping Blues

For the last month or so I have been surreptitiously looking for a wedding dress. I can now confidently say that I have gone to every clothing store in the downtown Seattle area from Ross to Barney's in search of the perfect dress. It has not been fun.

For many of my girlfriends, wedding dress shopping was a group affair. We all sat around a mini stage and oohed and ahhed as the bride-to-be tried on garb after garb after garb. A few tears were shed and we chorused in unison that she did not look fat. It's what girlfriends do.

Me, though, I'm a solo shopper. I have a fuzzy idea of what I'd like and I have no qualms about discount items nor am I opposed to spending some hard-earned cash if the dress is to die for. So far the effort has been fruitless. No matter what I try on, I end up looking like an upside down cupcake or an 18th century prostitute...