MOB Dress Madness Part 2

So we decided to search the internet, surely burgundy dresses existed! Maybe we just needed to expand our horizons, so we checked out Macy’s, Nordstrom and JC Penny. Without much luck online we decided to go into the stores the following weekend. Mama Ticket decided to stop by a different David’s Bridal without me before in hopes they would have a different selection (they did not). But she insisted I see her in a dress she SWORE was maroon and looked great. So I rushed over to the David’s Bridal shop and saw her holding a bright red dress. I’m sure the look I gave her somewhere between confusion and disgust was more than enough to let her know what I thought, but my inner bridezilla was beginning to come out and I haughtily informed her that bright red (apple as they call it there) was in no way burgundy and an unacceptable choice.

This was my face upon seeing the bright red dress.

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So after my little b**** fest at David’s Bridal we booked it over to the mall to check out department stores. And wouldn’t you know it VICTORY! Nordstrom had a maroon dress. I hurriedly pushed Mama Ticket into the dressing room with the dress anxious to see how it looked. She vetoed it before it was even zipped up. Bummer. Getting more and more disappointed as the day progressed I suggested we admit defeat for another day and go home.

In an attempt to justify my *itchiness I looked up all the dresses we had seen online, I put them side by side to show the color difference. All the while knowing that even the picture of FMIL Ticket’s dress looked redder on screen than it did in person. This exercise really didn’t make me feel any better as it didn’t solve anything. All I wanted was for Mama Ticket to find a burgundy floor length dress.

And here’s why: I’m extremely close with my family. More so than Mr. Ticket is with his. I was raised an only child and at 25 years old I still live with my parents, so obviously there is some level of closeness in just that. But even if our situation was different and I weren’t living at home I know I would still be close to my family. They are very important to me and on such a special day as Mr. Ticket and my wedding I wanted to show people just how important our families are by making them stand out a little. As it stands Sister Ticket, PBLS and both FBIL Tickets are in the wedding party. Thus it was only the parents that needed to be distinguished. I wanted everyone to know (as if they wouldn’t already at a wedding of only 85 people) that our parents were as much a part of the wedding as our bridal party and I wanted them to see it in their attire. Daddy Ticket and FFIL Ticket were both to wear black suits with coordinating burgundy ties and Mama Ticket and FMIL Ticket were to wear burgundy dresses. I couldn’t have Mama Ticket in some other random color! She’s too important! I desperately wanted her to show that she was in fact part of the main event by matching the rest of the parents. This at least was what was going through my head, my reason for becoming a bridezilla was that I loved my mom. Wow Bride Brain really does make you crazy…

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Have you ever found yourself in a moment of good intentions and horrible results?