in an effort to avoid those awkward, tearful, mother-daughter touchy feely moments that routinely happen (just watch 10 minutes of TLC on any day, you'll see) when there is a big, white dress, i had planned my strategy two years ago; buy several metres of thai silk and find a person proficient in 'sewing machine' to recreate an a-line dress that i already own and enjoy.
turns out my seamstress was more versed in embellishing sweatshirts for elementary school teachers. karma was clearly coming to give me a big old slap around the selfish daughter chops, as my mum was almost in tears at fitting #2; so off we went to the bridal boutique.
5 dresses, and 20 minutes later, we had identified 'the one'. my outfit was still cheaper than the groom's, which means i still win.