Okay. I have to be honest; the challenge of The Dress is where I really knew I was out there on my own. The fact that there wasn’t a ceremony that I thought projected our values? We were clever, we’d create one. No father to walk me down an aisle? Eliminate the aisle. But the dress? Talk about mutton dressed as lamb. But - if I didn’t look like a costumed meringue, how would the photographer know which one was The Bride? I solved it by dressing like Me with the volume turned up.
In NAW, all kinds of experts weigh in on the subject. What do you think? Do you have pictures to share? We’d love to see them.