I recently found myself at a bridal boutique North of Toronto with my daughter for a dress fitting – she’s a junior bridesmaid at 10 (ugh and going on 20). Anyway whilst I was cooling my heels waiting for the bride to show up I got lost in this forest of gowns; dupioni silks, ruffles, feathers and glitter. Racks and racks of the gaudiest collections I’ve ever seen – it was awesome! What girl doesn’t dream of playing dress up.
Here was my chance and I certainly wasn’t about to pass on the opportunity. Soon the change room (well more of a closet really) became home to an array of creations from mini dresses to ball gowns.
Eventually I had 3 salespeople gathered around me tucking, folding and propping my ‘parts’ into various configurations. Then catching a glimpse of the seamstress heading my way – I had to put an end to the debacle. I mumbled something about having to make an important call and escaped back into the closet to change.
Note to self: ’self the next time you see silk, feathers and glitter – look away!’