My friend is in the process of expanding his photography business, so he mentioned last week that he was looking for volunteers to do a "trash the dress" photo session. After our wedding I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with the dress. I think the fact that it's still sitting in the garment bag shoved in the back of the closet and hasn't seen a ray of sunshine in almost five years is a good sign that I haven't developed much of a sentimental attachment to it, so I told him I would do it. As soon as I agreed to it I realized that I didn't even know if the dress would even fit anymore, given the, um, transformation that it went through during pregnancy. My hips will never be the same, and I have concrete evidence of that fact after bathing suit shopping yesterday (but that's a post for another time).
So Saturday night, after my disastrous attempt at mowing the lawn for some cardio exercise, I got out of the shower, looked around, and decided to try it on. I'm rather pleased to report that it still fits. Something about zipping that thing up made me feel all princessy, so I pranced around the house in my wedding gown for a good half hour, posing in front of the mirror to take pictures with my awesome camera phone.
Husband was too busy giving me the "WTF?!" face while talking to his parents on the phone to take a proper picture.
The pigtails really complete the look, don't they?
I think I want to have a wedding dress party. Get all the girls together in fancy dresses and do some martini drinking. I think that would make a lovely photo op.
Oh, picture of my flipping sweet lawn mowing job.