After almost two and a half hours of serious, much cherished hang-out time, it was finally time to get dressed. I let (and/or made - I have a vague memory of clapping my hands in excitement, waiting for my time) my ladies get dressed before it was my turn.
Take it from someone who has been there and done that: give yourself a chunk of time to get dressed if you have a corset. Even though we had practiced, it still took pretty much everyone to get me into my dress. BM Blackout was putting lotion on me, because my lovely week-old sunburn from a Pirates game was peeling. BM's Tiny Dancer and Badonk were alternating holding the dress and lacing the corset. MOH Mem was the ribbon-tier. Rev. Fun couldn't look at me without crying and BM Y was the unofficial assistant photographer. It takes a village, Hive.
These pictures really do tell their own stories, so I'll let them do the talking for the majority of this post.
*all photos courtesy of Limelight-Images unless otherwise noted
*all photos courtesy of Limelight-Images unless otherwise noted