I’ve been corrupted.

Spent three hours today with my best friend, her mom, and her sister (the friend’s sister, not the mom’s) picking out bridesmaids’ dresses for my best friend’s wedding.
And I had a really good time.
She’s gonna turn me into a girlygirl yet.

Long story short, the dress is GORGEOUS. The bridesmaids are all wearing matching separates from David’s Bridal – she picked the color, we picked the style. I got an A-line skirt and a really nice top that’s basically a really spiffy tank top. It has princess seams and a very modest neckline.
The color? “Apple”, which is a sort of deep red. You know, the color of a Red Delicious apple when it’s one of the darkish ones. It’s gorgeous.
We’re going to dress up my outfit with a ribbon. The maid of honor is gonna wear this amazing top with silver embroidery, and my fellow “regular” bridesmaid got a top that’s a lot like mine but with a scarf thing across the neckline.
I own a dress. Or will, once it comes in. It’s really pretty. I actually like it and am looking forward to wearing it. What is the world coming to? Where did the “I don’t wear dresses!” version of me go?
ARGH!
Jen, you are corrupting me, you evil, evil girly woman. I must resist! I must read macho books and watch action movies and wear old jeans and change my oil myself!
But first I have to take a hot bath and redo my toenail polish.