Ooooh, there’s something so magical about sitting on that poofy couch–watching your daughter, your baby daughter, try on one beautiful white dress after another.
Swishing past so you can touch it if you want to.
Walking a straight line just to see if the train trails behind just perfectly…as it should.
With a sash around the middle…
…or a satin ribbon?
Will it be the flowered veil, or a simple one with tiny sparkles? Decisions, decisions.
Then flouncing back to the dressing room to try another one.
And in the end our dear little bride-to-be chose the dress that made her feel most like a princess from her favorite fairy tale…as we knew she would.
Happily, I’m truly just along for the ride because the perfect dress for the biggest day in her life simply MUST be her choice. The one that feels right and makes all the searching…just stop.
The dress of her dreams.
Fear not~I didn’t actually show you the one that she picked, because that would be…well, just wrong. Besides, we couldn’t risk Prince Charming getting snoopy, now could we?