the industry of sham

patti's last fitting was yesterday and when we were in last i decided to book myself an appointment - you know, just to see. first off, it's hot as fuck inside those dresses. the one i liked best was 2 piece and heavy silk. i may need to severely dehydrate if i end up with that one. looks like i may be va-va-bride after all. it was pretty hot, i have to say. i only tried on 3 or 4 - i need to pace myself, and really, it's kind of easy to be over it. you look really bridey and all, and that is the point, but i started to feel like a doll i had when i was a kid. i can't remember what they were called, but you basically snapped these hard plastic outfits on top of her. when i'm down to my thong and shoes about 4 minutes after meeting some girl and i'm handing her my skirt...i don't know. at least they should offer drinks. actually, i was totally surprised by what looked best on me. i don't know how they do it, but even simple dresses are cut really well and look super flattering. i think maybe there was some vaseline on the mirrors or some kind of scent pumped into the air. if all clothes were built by the bridal industry, we'd all look totally hot. of course, we'd also need someone to dress us. isn't it a little strange that the last time you get dressed as a single woman, someone else has to help you? it's like even the independence you take for granted is called into question - juust when you need it most. i blame the industry.