Just to clarify by "a Giraffe", I mean me.
I realized I've never told you about my wedding dress/dress hunt. Why, you ask? Well, it's not really a good story.
Really. It's just not much of a story at all.
Here's what happened.
Mr. Giraffe proposed, and that night I bought 3 wedding magazines. I flipped through one, saw an advertisement for a dress, and decided I wanted that one. A month later, I was home from college for Thanksgiving, I headed to store, tried on that dress, and was sure I wanted that one. We set a date 2.5 years in the future. Then 1.5 years later, I headed to the same store, tried on the same dress, and bought it.
That's really it, the whole shebang. I didn't cry, but I was happy and wanted that dress. When I first went to try it on, another girl was in the dress I wanted, so to kill time, I tried about 5 other dresses. I wasn't planning on even trying other dress, but by doing so, I confirmed I had what I wanted.
It may sound like a boring dress experience, but it was pretty much how I roll. I hate hate hate trying on clothes normally, and don't really getting excited about big shopping ordeals so I pretty much did what I normally do when shopping. Find something, pick it out, buy it. I would've hated a big fussy dress ordeal, so I'm glad it worked out the way it did.
I don't like fancy or frou-frou things, so I automatically knew what I was looking for. . . or, more like I knew what I wasn't looking for: no lace, no beads, no bling, no train, nothing tight, nothing too fancy.
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