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As if I needed any more proof that there really is no going back now, I bought my wedding dress today. And the deposit cheque we sent the venue has been cashed.
So, um, I guess I'm getting married then...
#puts head between knees, breathes deeply#
Buying the dress was a bit of an anticlimax to be honest - I'd already decided on the one I wanted, so it was just a matter of trying it on one more time* and getting measured for it. I had been dreading that last part as I've put on a bit of weight in the last couple of years but I was pleasantly surprised.
*It's still beautiful.
Obviously you see women of all shapes and sizes trying on dresses in bridal shops, and I realise that I'm at the smaller end of the scale. This doesn't help however, when you go into the harshly-lit changing room, your sales assistant following you (looking like a walking mountain of silk, lace and taffeta) and she comes right into the cubicle with you. Then tells you to strip down to your undies and stands, waiting, until you do it.
I didn't realise they did this, so I was very grateful to a friend of mine for forewarning me. God only knows how I would have embarrassed myself if she hadn't. But it can be quite humiliating standing there in nothing but bra and knickers, with someone you only met 2 minutes before (and who is not a medical professional), no matter what size you are.
Anyway, the lady who measured me today owned the shop, and she designs and makes her own dresses as well as stocking lots of other designers (although mine isn't one of her creations). So I suppose you could say she knows her stuff, and after comparing my measurements to a little chart she announced, to the whole shop, that I was a '...perfect size 8! Except smaller in the bust.' I knew I was smaller in the bust than, well, most people, however I DIDN'T know that I had a 26" waist.
So what did I do after receiving this information? I went and celebrated with a piece of cake.
And now I am crowing about it on the internet. Because I figure I should make the most of it - I reckon by the time I hit 30 all the chips and cakes and bacon rolls I have eaten in my life (and there are A LOT) will catch up with me and I'll look like the Goodyear Blimp.
But for now? Perfect size 8, thank you very much. I may have a badge made.
Take that, high-street retailers*, with your tiny sizes and skeletal models!
*TopShop, I'm talking to you.
So, um, I guess I'm getting married then...
#puts head between knees, breathes deeply#
Buying the dress was a bit of an anticlimax to be honest - I'd already decided on the one I wanted, so it was just a matter of trying it on one more time* and getting measured for it. I had been dreading that last part as I've put on a bit of weight in the last couple of years but I was pleasantly surprised.
*It's still beautiful.
Obviously you see women of all shapes and sizes trying on dresses in bridal shops, and I realise that I'm at the smaller end of the scale. This doesn't help however, when you go into the harshly-lit changing room, your sales assistant following you (looking like a walking mountain of silk, lace and taffeta) and she comes right into the cubicle with you. Then tells you to strip down to your undies and stands, waiting, until you do it.
I didn't realise they did this, so I was very grateful to a friend of mine for forewarning me. God only knows how I would have embarrassed myself if she hadn't. But it can be quite humiliating standing there in nothing but bra and knickers, with someone you only met 2 minutes before (and who is not a medical professional), no matter what size you are.
Anyway, the lady who measured me today owned the shop, and she designs and makes her own dresses as well as stocking lots of other designers (although mine isn't one of her creations). So I suppose you could say she knows her stuff, and after comparing my measurements to a little chart she announced, to the whole shop, that I was a '...perfect size 8! Except smaller in the bust.' I knew I was smaller in the bust than, well, most people, however I DIDN'T know that I had a 26" waist.
So what did I do after receiving this information? I went and celebrated with a piece of cake.
And now I am crowing about it on the internet. Because I figure I should make the most of it - I reckon by the time I hit 30 all the chips and cakes and bacon rolls I have eaten in my life (and there are A LOT) will catch up with me and I'll look like the Goodyear Blimp.
But for now? Perfect size 8, thank you very much. I may have a badge made.
Take that, high-street retailers*, with your tiny sizes and skeletal models!
*TopShop, I'm talking to you.
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This size 12 isn't at all jealous. Although I AM significantly taller than you.
So THE dress did in fact turn out to be THEE dress. Wohoo.
Yes you're proportionally skinnier than me. And you have looong legs, which I am jealous of.
And the dress did turn out to be THE dress. The one your BF liked so much ;o]
Well I'm bigger and (most probably!) shorter than both of you, so umm... I'm off for a cry behind the bikesheds. Wait, you do have bikesheds for me to cry behind on your blog, right...?
Aw don't cry Sarah! You have the bust that I'm so sadly lacking...!
We're never happy eh?!
Um, I'm not internet-stalking Sarah by the way, people - she wrote about her ample bosoms on her blog!
I am so not skinny than you, proportionally or otherwise. . .I won't deny the long legs though!
As for Sarah's bosom - I read about that too - jealous ;-)
p.s BF DOES have good taste, in both dresses and women. . .
Size 10/occassional 8, so sometimes jealous, sometimes not! :) Can't really comment though, as not seen you. However I too am jealous of DQ's long legs and lovely long hair (I don't fancy her though!)
How exciting you've bought the dress! Congratulations on that! x
Weirdly, I was an 8/10 until turning 30, despite eating exactly what I wanted and doing no exercise at all. Now, my body's settled at a 10/12 (always a 12 on the bottom) which is probably healthier and more attractive for my 5ft 6. I still weep when I think of the days when a 10 hung off my hip-bones though!
So DO fancy me Peti!
Yeah, you wish, DQ!!!!
Now now girls, there are other internet sites for that kind of talk... ;o]
For the last 2 years I've been convinced I'm somewhere between an 8 and a 12 because of weird sizing in shops. So now I'm all at sea - I was in Dorothy Perkins today and didn't know what size to take to the changing rooms!
All I know is that bridal sizes tend to be teeny tiny - much worse than Top Shop - so I think if you are '8' in a wedding dress you are doing pretty well.
Don't call the girl Teeny for nothing. . .
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