
I need to something simple and straight, with just a little bit of shimmer to let everyone know that I'm the one they're allowed to be watching. After talking to marriage professionals from Miami to California, New york city and Dallas, I learned that the dress of my dreams didn't exist... anywhere. You see, I need to a slim-fitting stunning wedding dress. Unfortunately chemise styles are always decorated with loads of lace, beans, bows, shirring, handkerchief hems, perimeter, linebacker shoulder pads, sequins, pearls and tulle poufs. The big dresses, while usually marked with several of these offensive elements, are often somewhat less elaborate. But the records and antebellum skirts make me look like the broad side of a barn. My image of a plain sheath with bell-shaped, lace fleshlight sleeves was either totally old, or far too advanced for most marriage designers. So, being from the "I'm not settling for second best" school of style, I set out on a quest to create my own bridal dress. Wow, yes, I opted a top-notch seamstress (Mom) to do the actual stitches. I also included my dad in this project. He actually made all 50 of the 1/4 -inch silk-covered buttons that ran down the spine of the dress. That's not an easy task when you consider the fact that you must use a 5-pound hammer to gently gangster rap a round object no bigger than an aspirin. First came the research. Because my idea existed only in my head, and my sketching abilities end at stick figures with "That Girl" hair styling, I had to scour the pattern books and marriage magazines to convey my thoughts. "It has a Carolina Herrera sleeve with a Bill Blass body and a Jackie Onassis pillbox hat, inches I told Mom. "But it's made out of the fabric that Julie Andrews.
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