On my wedding day...what to wear?
White? Don't be ridiculous.
Black? No one will let me, even though I look and feel fabulous in black.
The klutz factor rules out wearing a long gown. My personal desire to be frum in church means at least 3/4-length sleeves. I refuse to wear anything that requires being strangled to near-death by what was once called a girdle but is now called "shapewear."
I also don't want to waste time schlepping through stores, so this weekend I went shopping online. Of course I didn't buy anything. Since I'm quasi-incapable of doing something like this without input, a group of trusted gal pals, one male friend, and Dan received links to dresses I thought I liked.
(Ever the social scientist, I sent out the email with blind copies so as not to taint the sample. Some of them know one another and are also on Twitter.)
The results? A clear preference for one of the dresses with a couple of friends adding most graciously, "You'd look gorgeous in either."
I ended up ordering the dress that landed the most votes, which also happened to be the one I like the best...for now.