Exhibit 2, 387 of why I married a wonderful man…when I informed him our engagement photos would be planned around a vintage ballgown that I’ve been itching to wear forever, he didn’t blink an eye. He simply asked what color the dress was so that he could suit up accordingly. He’s a gem that Darling Husband. I’ve had the dress since my days working as a buyer. I scooped it up for the store, but I ended up buying it myself and it came home with me instead. To be honest, there were more than a few pieces that ended up in my closet which I purchased on buying trips for the store. Occupational hazard I guess.