Wedding Update 2: House of Moshe
So, this week the search for the dress started and so far badly. I just dragged a male coworker into a shop on Sydney Rd for a quick scan of hemlines (all too long for me) and prices($$$$!!!!!), and was quickly picked as a troublemaker and told kindly not to drag the dresses along the ground by a shop woman with the cold eyes of killer. "Do not fuck with me" was hidden in every syllable she breathed at me.
Anyway, the quick scan proved fruitless and I have made a few bookings for Saturday in the hopes of finding something I like so I can at least describe the fabric to the dressmaker. I don't think "ummm, it was sort of shiny but sorta not" is GOING TO CUT IT PEOPLE.
And so, I have made an appointment with the wonderfully named HOUSE OF MOSHE, which makes me think of this..
having babies with this..
Please god, let it be a sign.
*not a baby ALRIGHT!