Picked up the dress.
It's lovely.
But I hate bridal salons and no amount of nice will change my tune. There was pressure.
Veil pressure. Bracelet pressure. Insane tiara pressure.
There will be no tiara.
There may be a veil.
Remains to be seen. I'm not into pressure.
Things I'd rather focus on instead: completing the five short stories that are whirring about in my head, their pages scattered across my desk in disarray; a dear friend that has left this life after a long bout with cancer; the generous gift of nearly falling apart books I received today; the many gorgeous reasons we're getting married in the first place. All of these things are far more important to me than a dress in a shop.
I'll be back when I've had time to focus on the more important things swirling about me.
