And now prepare for something hilarious. This is me in my wedding dress (this is the first wedding back in 1995, obviously):
Yes, this marriage was doomed before it even began.
And now prepare for something hilarious. This is me in my wedding dress (this is the first wedding back in 1995, obviously):
Yes, this marriage was doomed before it even began.
Any marriage with a feminist is doomed, really.
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No, only if said feminist wore a meringue and whipped cream dress for the wedding.
(and now I’m hungry)
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You know, Glenfilthie, you’re right. You need a second feminist involved in the marriage to cancel the doom right out.
As for the dress, I think Coco Chanel once said something along the line of dresses having to be uglier than the women wearing them.
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Said the lonely Glenfilthie to the happily married feminist. 🙂 🙂
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I actually love it. I have a fondness for poofey dresses. I can’t wear them but I think they are fun. You look like a dessert. 🙂
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I wanted the dress to be red but wasn’t allowed to have a red one. The only thing I managed to wrestle away was not putting anything over my hair.
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