The bridesmaid dress saga

The following saga took place within the last 24h between me and my mother as a text exchange. My friend Beth is getting married (yay!) and invited me to participate (yay!). On Sunday she sent out an email with a few styles she liked and the color she wanted us to wear. For simplicity reasons, let's call it purple. So I go to the bridal store, where I find the required dresses to try on for size. I pick up whatever random color (ended up being navy, white, I mean, excuse me, champaign, and god-awful pink). I am then shepherded around the store by a very animated gay man who refers to me strictly as "Miss Alex honey" at all times, I have a temporary panic attack when I witness something akin to "say yes to the dress", complete with cheering relatives and sees of white, but I successfully try on the dresses and take pictures, which I immediately email to my friend-the bride and my mother for decision making support. My mom replies right away: "I like the white one, but you can really wear white to a wedding?!" "No you cannot, but the dresses are going to be purple" "well since you can't wear white, go with the navy one" " wait, but you said you liked the white one! The colors don't matter it's all purple" "why should it be purple?!" "...because those are the wedding colors. So you like the white one?" "Only if you can pull wearing white to the wedding"... I say nothing more. But the next day, I text her again before making the final purchase: "so should I buy the white one?" "Yes...I just really don't understand how it is going to become purple". This of course was followed by an exclamation of "are you totally crazy?" On my part. And this is why I love my mother.