I finally found it. My wedding dress.

They say girls dream of their wedding for years and years. Well, not so for me. All I ever dreamed of was the dress, and somewhere in my muddled imagination there glittered a diamond in the muck and there it is.

Marchesa. Strapless. Feathered bodice. Paired with cream or pale pink Louboutins?

As for the husband….

He can hang out in the hotel room while I twirl in this for about an hour and then go run through a field of dewy daisies or something. With a few doves. In slow motion.

He’ll survive.