Saturday I met my bestie, Tracy over at the bridal shop. She's getting married in a couple of months. I am a bridesmaid. I had some reservations about finding a dress because of the mush-pile belly, the puffy arms and sagging tushy buns I've been sporting lately. Notice I did not mention my breasts...they're still fabulous, I'm happy to report.
Here's a link to Tracy's blog because not enough of you have gushed over her beautiful ring.
In her last post she mentioned some stress about wedding preparations. For those of you who don't know this girl, there's nothing she can't plan for. I have the utmost confidence that she will handle it like a pro. And I've already threatened to post in my blog if she becomes the dreaded "BrideZilla"!
Saturday morning I came armed with my high heels and was wearing these lovely gut suckers:
I know, awesome, right?
They're my secret weapon....shhhhhhhh!
Tracy helped me try the dresses on and didn't even laugh at my larger than life panties. She is awesome, let me tell you...because I walked out of there feeling good.
She was an Anti-BrideZilla...even let me pick the style that I wanted...each bridesmaid gets to choose the style, but we're all wearing the very cool color called Truffle. I'm wearing chocolate!