Update - with 40 days until the wedding, the dress is fitted and tonight, I washed its 100% polyester self in the tub w/ Kroger brand Woolite and cold water. It smells nice and hasn’t shrunk yet… I may have to have the seamstress go over a couple of appliques with white thread when she presses it, but the only thing left for me to do is get a corset and heels and I’m ready to roll.
I realize this isn’t earth-shattering news to anyone besides me, but the fiancee wants no knowledge of the dress goings-on until The Day and I have no real support sysem within 6 hours’ drive. Ya’ll are it.
I didn’t look at the date of the OP and was all set to come in here and tell you my opinion on the dresses there.
Anyway, congratulations to a married Doper(s)!
And even though you didn’t ask, as to the dresses in the OP, it would have been 4,1,2,3,5, in that order.
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Well, what did he think of the dress? Typical Doper, posting on your wedding night…we’re hopeless.
Congratulations, and I hope you had a cup of she-crab soup over at Tommy Condon’s and a plate of ribs from Sticky Fingers.
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We’d had nachos at the ballfield, so we just had cider at Tommy Condon’s and Sticky Fingers catered our reception. Mm-mm good BBQ! It’s great to be back in Charleston, it will always feel like home to me.
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Well, what did he think of the dress? Typical Doper, posting on your wedding night…we’re hopeless.
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I loved the dress–it was simple, yet simply elegant–but it was only one piece of the overall ensemble. She put up her hair beautifully, and made herself up perfectly. All I could focus on though were her beautiful brown eyes and the reflection of a smiling me in them. ::sigh::
Tripler
Wow. I married the girl I love. Weird, eh?
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Wow. I married the girl I love. Weird, eh?
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Not weird at all, romantic!
Sigh, I envy you two. There doesn’t seem to be any market for a fifty two year old, slightly used baker like myself. Isn’t the way to a man’s heart supposed to be through his stomach? This girl would cook and bake to his heart’s content.
Sigh, I envy you two. There doesn’t seem to be any market for a fifty two year old, slightly used baker like myself. Isn’t the way to a man’s heart supposed to be through his stomach? This girl would cook and bake to his heart’s content.
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The fastest way to a man’s heart is directly through the ribs to the left of the sternum, quick twist with the blade - but maybe that’s just me.
Ivylass, you know Sticky Fingers will ship ribs anywhere in the US, right?
I made myself not cry in the ceremony, so instead I had a horrible runny nose through the whole thing. Thankfully, I had a hanky.
I married the girl I love. Weird, eh?
