One Alencon lace that hugged every curve in the most comfortable way. (Honestly? It looked better on me. The curves were helpful.)One filmy organza with a showstopping ruffled train. They put a veil on my head and my mom teared up, then went into the ugly cry. Standing in the mirror after a full day of lounging around in my skivvies between fabulous gowns, I had a soul quake. I had no idea this experience would affect my mom so much, or I would have done a few things differently from the start.
But I still hadn’t decided between the two dresses.
Our consultant was a sweetheart; after staying late and putting up with my dithering, she offered a trunk show discount, but only if we ordered by Tuesday – and we’d need to order by Tuesday to have it in time for the Eventual Wedding. So my mom and I went out to dinner – with my brother, if you want accuracy, but my brother wanted nothing to do with the dress decision.
At that point it was less a question of whether than which. But you already know from the title of the post how that ended.