The most difficult part of planning my wedding was picking out my mother's dress with her. It was excrutiating. My mom is not a fashionista and doesn't really put a whole lot of thought into her clothing. It skips a generation I think. However, her dress for my wedding became the only dress she's ever cared about. Seriously, I was around for her wedding to my step-dad and I feel like she just walked into a store and said, "Give me a white dress." Prior to starting the shopping process, I neglected to realize how important this dress was to her. And, therefore, I planned to take the appropriate planning steps. The first shopping trip quickly dissolved into yelling and resulted in us giving up and going to the Cheesecake Factory. I regrouped, planned, and eventually helped my mother find the perfect dress.