I did it!  I found my mother-of-the-bride dress today!  Actually I found two that I fell in love with and couldn’t decide…so I bought both of them.  Abby liked one and Mark liked the other, so I will keep both and use one for the wedding and the other for the rehearsal dinner.  Both are fun and funky.  My defiance against the normal, boring, ugly, old mother-of-the-bride dresses.  Such the rebel…:-)

Probably the best part of the experience of buying these dresses was the dressing room.  This was a boutique where everything was one of a kind, including the mirrors.  My dressing room had an enormous mirror.  I told the saleswoman, “This mirror is way too big!  I don’t want to see that much of myself!”  She said that it was a mirror that I would love and that I would look beautiful in it.  I thought she was just being nice.  But when I tried on the first dress, I looked in the mirror and saw for the first time in my life what I would look like if I were about six inches taller.  And then I put on heels, and dang!  My legs looked like they went on forever!  I really did like this mirror.  I decided that whether or not I bought a dress, I definitely wanted to purchase that mirror!

Don’t worry, I did go and check to make sure what I looked like in a real mirror.  A little shorter, but the dress still fit like a glove and I was still in love with it.  I have never minded being short, but today I got a glimpse into how much fun a little height could be.  Sigh….Guess I’ll just have to resort to some heels…