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Remember where we left off in my wedding dress story?

I had bought a dress that I thought I wanted, and I was left waiting it for it to come in. Yeah, the dress was a little lower at the neckline than I preferred, but I convinced myself that this would be less of an issue in a dress that fit me properly. (The sample dress was a size too big.)

But I can’t say I didn’t have second thoughts. Of course I had second thoughts. I had second thoughts and third thoughts and fourth thoughts and, yes, even fifth thoughts. I kept thinking about that dress and whether it would be what I wanted it to be. You can say I was obsessed.

Go on, say it.

Mr. DD (clearly the sane one in our relationship) told me I should wait until the dress came in to freak out about it. I tried to listen to him, but mostly I just freaked out in private.

And then the dress arrived…

First of all, whoever wrote out that Blue by Enzoani size chart was plain wrong. I bought a size bigger than the bridal salon recommended, and it barely fit.

Secondly, the cleavage situation was a bigger problem in the smaller dress. Of course it was. Doesn’t that make sense?? Smaller dress, less material, less coverage…

Which means that it turns out my mom was right. Don’t you just hate it when that happens??

Honestly, buying a dress I wasn’t completely sure about was a mistake. Really, I should have shopped around a little more.

But the people I wanted to come shopping with me weren’t really available at the time. My mom was in Connecticut with my sister and her newborn twins. My sister, well, she’d just had twins. And then I had one bridesmaid who was beyond ready to stop hanging out in bridal salons and another bridesmaid who had just moved to Texas. Sure, I could have asked other people or gone by myself… but I had a childish moment and couldn’t bring myself to do that.

So I took my dress home with me, stuck it in the closet in the guest bedroom, and proceeded to feel very helpless and worked up. Yes, all over a dress.

What exactly was I going to do about this? Buy a new dress? Call in a magician? Plan an entirely different wedding that would clearly require a different dress? Stomp my feet and be a bridezilla about it?

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But Mr. DD wouldn’t fare very well if I became a bridezilla…

Have any of your wedding-related decisions backfired on you?