This was a fun one to write! -- Allison
You know the scene: On a whim, Carrie and pregnant Miranda go to a downmarket, tacky bridal shop to try on wedding dresses, just for fun.
"One, two, three!" they pop simultaneously out of the dressing rooms and screech with laughter when they see the other in big bows, poofy sleeves, lace flying everywhere.
Carrie steps up on the pedestal, dons a veil, and then totally panics: "I can't breathe! It's too tight! I'm burning up! Just rip it!" An attack of hives.
Thanks, Carrie Bradshaw, for traumatizing a whole new generation ofwedding-dress shopping brides.
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