Dear Rennes

I am terrified to see you tomorrow.  I have not seen you since January and I have not comfortably worn you since December 30, 2009. 

We met at The Shak.   The first time I saw you on the hanger I thought, “Wtf is that? I am not wearing bling! Breath, keep an open mind and try everything and anything on.  Allow the consultant to do her thang…”  Once you were taken off the hanger put over my head and clamped down my back I knew you were the one.  I looked in the mirror; stood there, turned to SIL and we both knew.  There were no tears, no hugs, no screams in disbelief, and no jumping for joy.  There was a look at myself, at my SIL, at Becky (bridal consultant,) a smile and then I turned and said, “Whats her name, I don’t want to take her off!” 

You are NOTHING I envisioned myself wearing.   You are heavy.  You are butt ass tight.  You have bling.  And you are that material I swore I wasn’t gonna wear.  Yet - you are the one.  I remember every stitch of you.  You are an exact fit.  You hug me in the right places.  You flare out at the right places.  You are rich with delicacy and elegance.  You make me feel like a bride. 

Aw, sweet Rennes – I have butterflies in my stomach and feel like I’m meeting Goose for the first time… I cannot wait to look in the mirror smile with joy and have zero clamps down my back!

 

See you tomorrow, xoxo more & most