Let's Look at Pretty Dresses!

While we were in town over Christmas, my sister had scheduled two appointments back to back: one for her to try on wedding dresses, and another for my cousin Autumn and myself to try on bridesmaid dresses.

Now, because my sister is a fashion designer, she already had plans to design and sew her own wedding dress. She already had a box of fabric delivered to my parents' house and everything, but she wanted to try on a few dresses just to make sure she was 100 percent sold on the color she wanted (champagne) and the cut of the dress (strapless with an illusion-netting-and-lace neckline).

But for convenience's sake, the bridesmaids' dresses are coming from David's Bridal, so we trooped down to the mall with my mom, my aunt, my cousin, and the mother-of-the-groom. Before the appointment, Rachel had texted me photos of her two other bridesmaids who had tried on this dress, and as a decent-sized-chested lady, I had immediate concerns.

I mean, if Model McNoBoobs has a cleavage line…

Concerns like "where will my boobs go?" And the answer was "up by your chin" and "cups runneth over" and "you can see all the way to China in that thing" and "you can't wear that in front of all your relatives."

Thankfully, Rachel reconsidered and settled on this much better dress. It will be even better once it's fitted and I have on proper shoes to make me look tall. (But not taller than the bride.)

Except they'll be in that red "Apple" color, above. Autumn has cute hair. I need a haircut.

Gangstas gotta be able to get down at the reception.

Rachel also got to try on dresses, and the very first one she tried on was perfect.

Oleg Cassini by DB, but I can't figure out which one based on the website.

Thankfully, it is the same color of fabric she had already bought and a similar style to what she already had in mind. But we figured we might as well try on some more for fun, though none of them were quite as perfect for her as this color and fit.

My beautiful sister is getting marrieeeeddddd! *tear*

That night, we were having a Christmas get-together with my mom's side of the family. During Rachel's dress shopping, my aunt kept telling her that she was welcome to wear my aunt's wedding dress from 1993, and so after the Christmas gifts had been opened and dinner finished, she convinced both my mom and my sister to try on her 20-year-old dress.

The headpiece really sells it. Like they say on that Say Yes to The Dress knockoff … she's all jacked up.

Tell me about your mom's (or other relative's) wedding dress! Would you wear/have worn it for your own wedding? What's the worst bridesmaid dress you've ever had to wear?