Flashback (now with red ribbons)!
I'll tell you what: we really knew how to dress in 1975.
Left to right: Bride's sister, looking like I just farted in her face; groom's sister (me), looking like I might perhaps have just farted in her face; best man, looking like he just wants his damned drink so he can get back to all the babes in the forest-green hooded bridemaids' dresses.
It's too bad this picture doesn't adequately capture the level of frill that is on my dress. Wearing it in a public place was slightly mortifying for me, and when the night was over, I couldn't wait to wriggle into a pair of bluejeans and pee standing up.
Left to right: Bride's sister, looking like I just farted in her face; groom's sister (me), looking like I might perhaps have just farted in her face; best man, looking like he just wants his damned drink so he can get back to all the babes in the forest-green hooded bridemaids' dresses.
It's too bad this picture doesn't adequately capture the level of frill that is on my dress. Wearing it in a public place was slightly mortifying for me, and when the night was over, I couldn't wait to wriggle into a pair of bluejeans and pee standing up.
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 1:34 AM
6 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
I forgot about the red ribbons. And, man, did I ever have a crush on the best man. Did for years. Wonder if he thought I was a babe. I sure was wearing a forest-green hooded bridesmaid dress. :-)
Niiiiiiiice. I had a Gunne Sax (sp?) dress a lot like that in pale yellow with the white lace frills. Shoot me, please.
Yes, Gunne Sax(sp?), that's what I was trying to think of. Adorable. And I'd love to see the bridesmaid dresses!
I'd trade you. I had the homemade very pink version of that dress.
Wayyyyy too much pink.
GAH!!!!!!!
*clunk*
Now I can die happy.
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