Iris and I went to a clothing exchange over the weekend, where we each scored some great finds. Most notably Iris got a beautiful leather jacket and I got a Michael Kors dress; I also ended up with an extremely ornate, bead-encrusted wedding gown.
"I don't understand why you took that wedding gown," said Iris.
"I've always wanted to go to this event called 'Brides of March,' where everyone runs around bars all day in wedding gowns, both the men and the women." (Indeed several people at the clothing exchange had lit up at the sight of the wedding gown, all thinking of the Brides of March, but it was me that the gown fit perfectly. Although I've been married twice, I have never owned a real wedding gown. I have lots of friends who have had inordinate amounts of fun at the Brides of March pub crawl, and I've always intended to get a wedding gown for it, but I've never managed to find one in my size at a thrift store).
Iris made a derisive sound. "You are a forty seven year-old mother of two! THERE IS SO MUCH WRONG WITH THAT, I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN." She shook her head.
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No there isn't anything wrong with that! I bought a wedding dress at a store-closing sale. In addition to the store going out of business, it also had a ballpoint pen mark, so nobody would have REALLY wanted to use it. I bought it just for Halloween and Science Fiction Convention usage. Had lots of fun being "The Princess Bride" with my boyfriend being the swash-buckling man in black!
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