Yesterday I drove to Pasadena and picked up my wedding dress.
That's probably one of THE most girly, whimsically delicious sentences I've ever written. It was such a sweet trip. I walked in and the girls were waiting for me at Panache Bridal. The seamstress took me back to my dressing room and there, underneath the soft lights I tried on Scarlett to see how she fit.
Because of that low down dirty plague I caught I lost some unexpected weight in all the wrong places. She took in the parts that needed some extra love and out I walked with a pretty dress on my arm. I walked down Green street (no joke...true street name) a happy little wheezing girl.