Wednesday, August 25, 2010

This is the underwire anniversary.

Seventeen years ago today, which was also a Wednesday, I put on a big dress and the bra of doom and married my husband in my parent's backyard, in front of the four o'clocks in bloom.

That's almost poetry.

The bra was strapless and backless and tight. Back when I got married and the dresses were styled in copious ruffles, beading and glitter, comfort was not a priority. The more you resembled your wedding cake the better.

I tried to pick a dress with some visible satin. I mostly succeeded. It still required torturous underwear. If I were remarrying my husband today I'd probably wrap myself in a bedsheet and call it good.

Since then I've considered many other forms of torturous underwear and have been told by my husband that what I am, all on my own, is beautiful.

I love you Justin.

Only the rest of my life to go.

4 comments:

  1. Wow, you're old. :P Happy anniversary!

    ReplyDelete
  2. 17 years ago I was 15 years old..LOL..

    Happy Anniversary!!!!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Seventeen years! I've got a gravy boat older than that! Thirty-two years ago I went on a blind date, that blind date is still going strong.

    ReplyDelete

Absent Minded Archives