That's the whole point of the wedding thing, isn't it? "Hey, lookit us!" But especially for the bride, "lookit ME!" Like, "Lookit me, I'm at the prime of my sexual appeal! I'm the prettiest, freshest girl in the room! Check it out! Because it all goes downhill after tonight! This is the best I'm ever going to look, so LOOK AT ME NOW! And make sure you remember me like this!" Because next time I see you I'm going to be wearing a sweatshirt and have ice cream on my chin, and then it's about ten minutes 'til menopause.
What do you think? It's hard for me to give you an accurate picture of it -- imagine how flexible I had to be to take the below picture of the back of my own head. But basically it's a swoosh in the front, and a shitload of curls in the back. Which will be decorated with baby's breath. Not harvested from actual babies.
I can't wait to go to Staples and Food Emporium with this on my head! But maybe I should just put on the dress and sit around like this waiting for one of the cats to bring me a drink and a canape. God knows I can't sit or lie down. I feel just like the Elephant Man, but cuter!