Whenever I dream up my maybe, possibly, someday hitchin' nuptuals, there is one word that never seems to cross my mind: traditional. Even the near whisper and sound of it makes this fashion worshipper kinda sorta wanna shudder all over. Yeesh.
And the thought of wearing a bright white frock against my already-too-pale skin is another definite no-no/determining dream factor too. Fo' sure. Besides, isn't this faux-for-now wedding day supposed to be the one day in my lil' love life that should reflect exactly who I am, style wise? Above all others?
Oh. And one more thing. Just a random Sunday thought, really. Do you think it could ever be considered possible and/or legal to marry an inanimate object? Like, say ... a ruffle-y lime green and neon dress, for example? Because I do. I TOTALLY do.
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