I found a dress I like! And it isn't black (though I found an awesome black one too). I'm going to try to find a picture of it later today. Let me tell you though, my dad's going to be thrilled. Here's a recent conversation we had while my brother was visiting.
Dad: You can't wear a black dress to your wedding.
Me: Why not?
Dad: Black is a funeral color.
Me: But it's okay if the groom wears black?
*Several minutes go by*
Dad: You can't wear a black dress. It's just wrong.
Me: That's very traditional of you.
Me (sly look): At least we nixed the plan to get married in the cemetery.
Dad: There was a plan to get married in a cemetery?
Me: Yeah. We were going to pre-order our plots and get married on them. Go with the whole 'Til death do us part' theme.
Me: What? It's beautiful, symbolic.
Brother (looks over from TV): You're twisted, Sis.
Me: A black dress doesn't seem so bad now, does it?