As you know, I have four older sisters.
“oh my gosh, five girls? Your poor dad!”
My immediate response is always, “No way, we were the bomb, not to mention hysterical. He loved it.”
But then I really get thinking and although I generally hold my ground on my reaction, I must say, yes, my poor dad, but why do people never say “Your poor mother!”?
I think she’s the one who really had to deal with most of the girl fights, the snotty attitudes, the serious talks, etc.
She put up with a lot of combative estrogen.
Somehow, we all survived, and now my four older sisters are all very happily married with children. (wasn’t that a tv show?)
Today, I tried on three of their wedding dresses. I have no idea why, I was home alone and going through old closets when I stumbled across these splendid, poofy gowns. I couldn’t resist (who could?!) Even my dog stared at me like I had lost my larrys. I was tempted to photograph and post each dress, and then realized how creepy I was being, especially since I’m somewhat of a nuptial cynic.
After the dresses I discovered my mother has kept most of our high school prom dresses, every single bridesmaid dress any of us have ever worn, (there’s a lot) and mother-of-the-bride dresses as well. So I tried those on too. I may have to post some of the most epic and horrific. Perhaps I’ll surprise you with that tomorrow.
I’m not quite sure what brought on this gown donning escapade, but it was entertaining enough for a Wednesday afternoon. Perhaps it’s because of all these weddings coming up in the next couple months…who knows.
I apologize, but that’s really all I have for you today. That’s just how exciting my life is, I guess!