For Several Months now we have started planning our wedding. So far it hasn't seemed real, up until this day today, the day we went to buy the dress. My parents flew in from Germany last week and, of course, my mom would join me in buying (and picking) my wedding dress along with my dearest friend Anna, whom I love for her honesty, which is very important when buying this most important dress in one's life.
We went to the store and got our own sales consultant, without whom I'd probably still be tangled in one of these monstrosities, she had me put on in the beginning, just for shits and giggles. Of course they had to push me in one of those horrific ball-gowns, even though I told her upon entering the store, that I refuse to look like a cupcake on my wedding day and that ballgown was on top of the list of NO-CAN-DO's, right along with the sequins, the lace and the glitter.
So we took the 20-pound-smother-me-to-death-gown back off and the consultant happily proceeded to push and tug me through a line of halters, one-strap and no-strap contraptions, ever trying to sell me a veil of some sort, which personally I think went over the cliff right about the time Grace Kelly did...
And then there were the tiny head shakes from Anna, respectfully almost invisible on gowns my mom picked, but didn't meet the "best friend approval", then the dismissive hand waves of, "go right back in the dressing room", and the laughs and faces on the ones that were just way over the top or totally ridiculous.
But then I stepped out with a dress that just felt more comfortable, more light and just more "me" than all the others. As soon as I saw myself in the mirror I started crying and the ranks of onlookers, Anna, my Mom, the consultant and other buyers became silent for just a moment. Everybody seemed try to take in my reaction and realized, I found my dress, or rather, my dress found me. I thought that was a cheesy old myth, but it's true, when its the right dress for you, you know. Of course, they made me ring the bell, signifying that the bride found her dress. Again, cheesy, but isn't that what weddings are all about?
Very cool experience, glad I got to do it and most of all glad I got to have my mom and Anna there with me.
Now I can post it: The dress that found me:
We went to the store and got our own sales consultant, without whom I'd probably still be tangled in one of these monstrosities, she had me put on in the beginning, just for shits and giggles. Of course they had to push me in one of those horrific ball-gowns, even though I told her upon entering the store, that I refuse to look like a cupcake on my wedding day and that ballgown was on top of the list of NO-CAN-DO's, right along with the sequins, the lace and the glitter.
So we took the 20-pound-smother-me-to-death-gown back off and the consultant happily proceeded to push and tug me through a line of halters, one-strap and no-strap contraptions, ever trying to sell me a veil of some sort, which personally I think went over the cliff right about the time Grace Kelly did...
And then there were the tiny head shakes from Anna, respectfully almost invisible on gowns my mom picked, but didn't meet the "best friend approval", then the dismissive hand waves of, "go right back in the dressing room", and the laughs and faces on the ones that were just way over the top or totally ridiculous.
But then I stepped out with a dress that just felt more comfortable, more light and just more "me" than all the others. As soon as I saw myself in the mirror I started crying and the ranks of onlookers, Anna, my Mom, the consultant and other buyers became silent for just a moment. Everybody seemed try to take in my reaction and realized, I found my dress, or rather, my dress found me. I thought that was a cheesy old myth, but it's true, when its the right dress for you, you know. Of course, they made me ring the bell, signifying that the bride found her dress. Again, cheesy, but isn't that what weddings are all about?
Very cool experience, glad I got to do it and most of all glad I got to have my mom and Anna there with me.
Now I can post it: The dress that found me:
