Wedding Shopping

So Karlie and I went out looking for THE DRESS yesterday. Luly Yang, in downtown Seattle next to the Fairmont, is a brilliant designer. I’m so in love with this one dress with a very fitted bodice and a blue ribbon. It’s sweet and whimsical and it makes my waist look tiny and my butt look fantastic. Andy’s going to love it!

They’re going to have to remake it in a lighter fabric for a summer Long Island wedding, and shorten the hem so the train doesn’t drag in the sand - but the basic build of the dress is gorgeous. It wasn’t until I put on the veil though that I looked at myself in the mirror and thought - “I’m getting married!”

I’ve always said that if I were Carrie Bradshaw, Andy would be my Aiden and Mark would be my Mr. Big. So thank God I’m not Carrie Bradshaw! Because - apart from the fact that Carrie wound up with Mr. Big (ick!) - if I were Carrie, I would have looked at myself in the mirror in that wedding dress, freaked the fuck out, and started cheating on my fiancé. Instead, I looked at myself, looked at Karlie (maid of honor) and said, “I’m getting married to my best friend!”

And there was no freaking out whatsoever.

I love you, Andy.