...today I went for my second dress fitting and pick up. I could not help but notice something that has prompted me to change tactics a little on my choice of underwear on Sunday. Voila! My latest underwear acquisition:
Not exactly the sexy underwear I had envisaged for my wedding day. But hey, needs must. I just hope that our wedding venue is not too hot else, squashed into this and my polyester bridal gown? I might melt without the assistance of a lit match!
Ok. Now promise me: please don't tell the Fella. I am hoping that he never has to find out what lies beneath my dress. (Now that we live together, I detect no evidence that he still reads my blog.) I will simply create some kind of diversion and battle the damned thing off when he isn't looking!
Failing that? I am hoping that we can have a good laugh and then deploy it as a catapault to propel empty bottles of prosecco, cava or champagne across our bedroom?!
(I sooooo never want to go through this again. I am going back to the gym before I have to wheel my wedding outfit back out for our blessing in July.)