Once the girls were all ready it was time for me to get dressed. I waited until the last possible second to put mine on because 1) it was incredibly hot in that thing and 2) I pretty much was incapable of using the restroom in it until after we bustled the train.
Since my mom and the majority of my BMs are also relatively short, we knew that they were not going to be able to pull this monstrosity over my head (as we were instructed to do at the fitting) without completely undoing my hair. So we improvised. We took my slip skirt and shoved it under the dress (the dress basically stood up on the floor on its own at that point), and then I stepped into it from above. Then my mom snuck back out into the other room so that we could take pictures of the great reveal to my dad. My mom was so cute. (That’s the only picture she kept asking me if anyone took after the wedding, a picture of my dad seeing me for the first time. And luckily, my boss was on it and she snapped one for me.)