I didn’t know what a trousseau* was, so I looked it up. Disappointing! I’d been hoping it was some kind of confection. Or at least a baked good.

Eh. Screw the trousseau.

I’m going to spend that money on honeymoon ziplining instead.

Not an actual representation of my feet, because: DEAR GOD. Not an actual representation of my own photo, either. Credit goes to alleykatimages on Flickr.

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* Are you similarly unenlightened? From Old French: A “small bundle” of a bride’s personal possessions, including clothing, lingerie, linens, and wares. In modern times it’s pretty much come to be associated with lingerie and sleepwear for the wedding night and honeymoon. Booooo-ring!