I have found my kryptonite. It is called the Banana Republic Factory Store. I may never be allowed to go there again.
Although, I have to say, after having hit panic stations at "Wedding #1 is tomorrow and I hate everything I was going to wear" time, they may have totally saved my butt. On my lunch break. In the form of a bright teal dress and the perfect summer-weight jacket (a.k.a. Annie's shopping holy grail, as in, possibly mythical, never cheap), and therefore, pretty much the perfect wedding outfit. I just HAVE to wear it to all three weddings now. No more shopping.
Pictures may ensue if I can convince my date to wield his camera (or mine) for a noble cause.