malloryknoxx

So on our way to the nursing home to visit granny today, I was unable to avoid a hostile pothole.
Yes - this pothole murdered my front left tire. This made me cranky.
Fortunately, we were within two block of a service station, and they were able to put on a new one in a few hours.

We killed some time at a huge thrift store/bazaar/flea market type place - WoW are those fun!! Miles and miles of slighty worn clothes, shoes, bedding, housewares, knick-knacks...and...if you can believe this...people actually donate their previously worn underwear.

K.....Eww.

Anyway - I came across a rack of dresses that mad me very sad.
As I perused what seemes like a quarter mile of tafetta, satin, and lace fripperies in every shade from mauve to shocking aqua, I wondered....
How many women have been asked to put on these....these....horrific creations...to stand in a line along with several other unfortunate women wearing carbon copies of the same beaded/sequined/embroidered nightmare to flank a blushing bride?"

Me personally - I've worn two of them, the worst of which was a pale mauve tafetta with a lace overlay and a MASSIVE bow right above my ass. With big poofy short sleeves. Pumps dyed to match. Just hideous.

I have here pics of three of these dresses that are so awful that they HAD to be brought to attention.

Brides to be? Please......as your friends.....we BEG you to consider what you ask us to wear.







My vote for "Most Offensive" goes to the peach horror in the first pic.
How about you guys???