Dressing My Barbie

Today, my mom and I went dress shopping for her. We were hoping to find someplace really snobby in Greenwich, but surprisingly there aren't many dress shops in Greenwich (and of course the one I found said he had no appointments).

Earlier this week, I went to a shop where the guy was really pushy and telling me that he didn't make much money! Talk about not selling yourself! So my expectations were a little low for today. I have to admit . . . we had a lovely time shopping! None of the salespeople were pushy or obnoxious.

On one hand, shopping for my mom's Mother of the Bride [I fought the urge to write MOB!] dress wasn't going to be easy because my mom's dress for my sister's wedding was just gorgeous, so the bar was set high. My nana said that my mom looked like a queen, and I would agree. On the other hand, the part about shopping for my mom that is easy is that it's like dressing up a Barbie Doll because she's so tiny. Of her top three contenders, I picked out two of them! Go me.

By the way, both of the shops we went to asked me what designer my wedding dress was. It was funny to watch their faces when I announced David's Bridal!

When I came home from shopping with my mom, I watched "Say Yes to the Dress." Forgive my hypocrisy. I'm starting to accept it.