Dear John,
My school has an odd tradition called "May Day". Founded in pagan traditions, May Day may be best known for its tradition of parading around the Maypole in white dresses. We know better, John. It's, in reality, a fertility dance that pretty much shouts "Marry Me! (if you're wealthy)". Anyway, I'm in the market for a wedding dress. Now, I've seen the bestial brides featured on the style network and I always accepted them with grains of salt. "Who could be this ridiculous about a table setting?," I thought.
Oh, the ignorance.
I'm nursing bruises, scratches, and a possible case of lice as a result of dress shopping this afternoon. Don't Ask.
At this rate, I'll be shopping online or wearing a bedsheet.
Wish me luck.
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