Those two seem to have their own underground society! And certainly more of a social life than me. I try to put out of my mind that they might be at the hospital. I spent $7,000 this morning on more fabric. That’s the excruciating news. The good news is I’m completely ready for Morgan’s wedding and the Vogue contest. I’m making coordinating gowns for the wedding that will be complementary, but not match like a bad JCPenney catalog. It always bothers me when the bride picks gowns not thinking of her friend’s figures, and while there’s little to think about with Poppy’s fabulous figure, mine takes a bit of creativity. Okay, and strategically placed padding. And another thing: you know when you have a stick figure bridesmaid standing next to a plump gal, both in some clingy, body-hugging satin? It definitely takes your eyes off the bride because people can’t help but think, Oh, that girl just shouldn’t be in that dress. What was she thinking? Like it’s the bridesmaid’s fault she’s been stuffed like an Italian sausage into a satin casing, or that the thin bridesmaid actually chose her low-cut, push-up bodice with nothing to push up!
