The bridal shop. I thought Bella would lose her mind when we got there. The gasping! The shrieking! The hand-clapping! And that was all before we even got in the door, just looking in the windows.
My precious young cousin Zack is getting married next month (*sniff*) to a beautiful, sweet, smart, and delightful young lady, Angela. Bella is to be their flower-girl, and she will be dressed to "match" the bride. SHE IS STOKED ABOUT THIS, to put it mildly.
We walked into the bridal shop yesterday to try a couple of dresses on her, and she ran, breathless, right up to the first employee she saw, and declared,
"HI! I'M ISABELLA AND I WANT A WEDDING DRESS!" I think she was sincerely in danger of passing out from excitement a couple of times. Each wedding dress she saw on display was described in hushed, reverent tones: "Sooooo preeeeeetty...." I especially liked what tumbled out when she saw the bustier-top gown on a dress form in the center of the store.
"Oh, that one has boob tops. See? For you to put your boobs in! I need one with little boob tops."
And when she saw herself IN the dresses? Oh, my. I don't think she'd ever laid eyes on anything quite so captivating. "I AM a princess!" She looked like a tiny little Audrey Hepburn or Grace Kelly, I swear. She turned all around in front of the mirrors, never taking her eyes off the wonderment that was this most amazing dress of all time. It was during one of these turns, while gazing back at her reflection over her shoulder, that she asked, "Can I wear this home to my house now?"
"Oh, no, honey--remember what we talked about? We're just trying on today. Your dress is being ordered, and isn't here yet. We aren't leaving here WITH a dress today."
"Oh." (still gazing at reflection) "Then can I stay here?"
Go figure. ME, raising a diva. Who'd 'a thunk it?
I caught a couple of hasty pictures with the cell phone, and sent them to her daddy, who I think had heart palpitations at the images. Alex has those pictures up at his site.