Dress for Success

At work today I ate lunch with a crowd I don't normally run with.  I didn't have a choice; they invited me to lunch and I didn't have an excuse to say no since it was actually at the office.

During the awkward phase at the beginning of lunch, someone mentions my engagement ring.  This sparks a frenzy and they start asking tons of questions.  How'd he do it--at the beach--When did this happen?--Easter--Did you help pick out the ring?--No, it's a family heirloom--What's your dress going to look like?--

And that's the one that stopped me short.  My dress?  You mean I have to pick out a dress to wear at my wedding?  I said, "I honestly have no idea!"  I've never claimed to be a girl who had the whole wedding planned and just needed to snag a man; I've never envisioned a single detail about my future wedding until this past week or so.  J knows this, he's comfortable with it; he knows the thought of getting into nitty gritty details right now would make me break out into a sweat.  We're taking it slooooow with the planning.  Why is that so hard for people?

Apparently my "no idea" about my future dress compelled one of the ladies I was sitting with to offer me her wedding dress...to borrow...if I got "in a pinch."  Mind you, I believe we've spoken twice before today.  I was both flattered and mortified.

So I now have a goal.  The next X amount of months of my life will be dedicated to not ever having to entertain the thought of borrowing a dress from a 45 year old woman who is about 5 inches shorter than me and about 50 pounds heavier.