Wearing dresses

Honestly, I never really thought about what my wedding would be like until Byron asked me to be his bride a little over a month ago. I've always been the type to look forward to the marriage more than the wedding day.

I've never really even gotten into weddings. When I was a little kid, that usually meant I would have to wear a dress, which meant I would sulk about it days before the wedding. I hated wearing dresses. I still don't get too excited about it.

My mom used to make really elaborate bows - a common accessory of the 80s and 90s. While most little girls would love nothing more than a giant bow on their head, I found it more to be torturous than accessorizing. I would have rather worn a dead skunk on my head instead of a bow.

Mom had made a nice bow to match the dresses Natalie and I were going to be wearing to someone's wedding. Now, I was a relatively quiet kid. The only time I really got upset was when I had to wear a dress. On this particular occasion, I made a complete butthead of myself. I refused to wear the dress and the bow. There was absolutely no way I was going to wear it. I think I made a big enough stink about it that I went to the wedding wearing something else.

Looking back, the dress nor the bow were all that bad. In fact, it was quite stylish for kiddos in the early 90s.

Granted, my tastes have changed somewhat since I was a little Lindsay. I have sported a few dresses here and there in my professional life - but just a few, of course.

So, now I'm at that point in a girls life when they most definitely have to wear a dress. A big, fluffy, heavy dress.

My mom came to town this weekend and we went dress shopping. The bridal store was full of cooing women with too much makeup and big hair looking at dresses or at a bride as she tried on dresses.

I don't mind wearing a nice wedding dress on my wedding day. That's part of the ceremony and the whole process. That really doesn't bother me one bit. I think everyone wants to be able to take their groom's breath away on that day. (I might need a little P90X action from that exercise infomercial to do that, but I'll try at least.)

The part I have a hard time with is spending excessive time looking at dresses. That is likely why God made things work out the way they did. We bought the first dress I tried on.

That has often been the trend for me. I bought the first house I looked out. The first car I test drove. If it caught my eye right off, then chances are, that's what I will like the best.

I did try on a few other dresses, but after having them pulled over my head a couple times, I decided that was enough of that.

I have a hard time describing the dress when people ask me. I mainly want to say, "Well, it looks like a wedding dress." I'm physically incapable of describing it. I don't know how, nor do I know the lingo. I didn't realize there was a name for being able to hitch up the train after the ceremony. I actually thought I was going to have to drag that sucker around the whole night, which made me quite nervous.

I can describe, however, what my shoes will look like. That's much easier for me. My shoes will be Converse Jack Purcells. They're navy (something blue). They're comfortable. Plus, there's less risk in me falling or tripping. Even better, I can wear them when the wedding is over.