I’ll readily admit to being the world’s worst most inept, overwhelmed, procrastinating bride. But! The one thing that’s taken care of is my dress. I’ll just wear the one I got for my first engagement. When I was on the left coast visiting my fiancé’s family last week, I had to field a lot of wedding questions; by the end of his parents’ holiday party, I’d come up with the vague catch-all, “we’re talking about the Spring.” The one question I could field with total authority was the gown one, which I described in rapturous detail — save the little detail, of course, of having gotten it when I was engaged the first time, nearly four years ago
