Something old, something new...

Little girls dress up and dream of their wedding day. Twirling in their mother's ribbons, they wish up mile high cakes and yards of fluff, homespun or covered in pixie dust. As for me, I just wanted that one moment in the sun where I could admire my reflection, like a debutante gone by and have an elaborate party. Something I could hide away in a leather bound book like cutouts from my childhood fantasy come true. Did it happen? Well, no. I've never worn the dress. I've never tossed the bouquet. Am I married? Why, yes. Will I have my gown, the flowers, and the celebratory cake? I hope so. Until then, here's my grown up version of dress up and what I would choose, if I could do it all over again.