It was nowhere to be found when I was changing into my "dancing dress". My overzealous friend was determined to make my wedding day as perfect as can be and gathered up all my personal things so that they wouldn't be strewn about in the hotel. He and his wife brought every little knick-knack to our honeymoon suite, including the blue box with my hairpin inside. Oh how its wispy feathers would have moved harmoniously when I opened the dance floor with the tango number that I planned as a surprise for my dad for our father-daughter dance.
See how perfectly that hairpin would have completed the effect? [sigh] But how could I be upset at my friend, who meticulously displayed our leftover flower arrangements and portraits on the nightstand and coffee table in our suite, complete with a sweet little note on our hotel bed.
And this was the front runner. Quite a few peeps told me how Carrie Bradshaw this chic little number is, and I loved everything about it (including its allusion to SATC since I am a HUGE fan), except for the price.

Being the smart and savvy shopper that I am :P, I waited for it to go on sale. Preferrably half off. It never did. So off I went to South Coast Plaza, ready to tear the place apart. Well, at least inside the stores that I could afford to buy something anyway. I started my way at one end of the mall, and just 3 stores later....I present you, THE DRESS:

Ain't it sweet? Can't you picture how impeccable it would look with my hairpin? Aren't you jealous of my dressing room picture-taking technique?

White, check. Cocktail length, check. Comfortable, check. Cute, check! The pockets and the optional straps are just icing on the cake. All that for less than $100, check, check, CHECK PLEASE!! Pull out the straps, put on a teal belt and I have a completely different dress halfway through the party. Just call me Katie Bradshaw.

The good stuff didn't stop there. As you can see from the dressing room pictures above, my bob has grown into a blob. It has been months, I lost count. The highlights have faded to their true color, gray. So during this rare weekend of rest, MrKP and I made sure to get our hairs did.