When you have just had a good brush-off, you need a friend to help you through.
“And he KEPT calling me, ‘hun’, and he thought $3,000 was way too little! What do you make of that?” I vented at my friend, José Luis. “Then I went to the shop on Velazquez and the lady stood behind me and pulled my bra-straps back and nearly shouted, ‘you need to make your breasts perkier!’ She almost maimed me! What type of shop-owner does that?!”
José Luis looked at me with blue laser focus. He sat back in his chair, tilted his head to the left, and eyed my breasts, “Were you wearing the same bra? You probably could use a different bra. I don’t think you are doing yourself any favors with that one. Now, do you know what you want in a dress?”
“Something normal, not puffy. I am so short I would look like a mushroom if I wore anything puffy.”
“Good. White? Ivory? Cream? Ecru? Blush?”
“God! How do I know? Something that looks decent on me and doesn’t make me look silly.”
“I am glad you have given this so much thought. Listen, I just did a music video and my costume designer was fantastic. Why don’t you call him?”
So, I called Juan and his partner Cristian. We met and had some beers and looked through the stack of wedding magazines my colleague had given. We looked at dress details that we liked, and critiqued my figure. They ended up making me two dresses, a test dress in black and the wedding dress in cream. They did not cost $3,000.
 The best wedding dress enhancement? An adorable niece! |  The test dress - I am as awkward as ever. The dress was fine. The portrait, painted by Stanley Gordon, is of my mother. |
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