Last night's fun: bridesmaid dress shopping.
One of my oldest and dearest friends is getting married in July. She's a tall, thin blonde. Her other two bridesmaids are tall, thin, blondes.
Then there's me.
So the bride (visiting LA for the weekend), one of the other bridesmaids (who lives near me and has become over the last three years since we were introduced, a very close and awesome friend) headed out for some dress shopping. The two tall blondes will be wearing a peachy nude shade and me? I'll be wearing a delightful color called "fawn." And yes, that is brown. *dies*
But we ended up at Nordy's trying one tons of crazy dresses just for fun. Only at some point, when the two of them look gorgeous in everything they tried on and the only dress that actually fit me made me look like an overstuffed real housewife of New Jersey, it stops being fun.
Ugh. Some days I'm less okay with my body type than others.