Saturday, August 14

I said yes to my dress!


I am trying to keep this blog from turning into the wedding mania that the rest of my life has become. You should see the bookmark bar on my computer....goodbye CNN and MSNBC.com, hello Theknot.com and Style Me Pretty. With that being said however, I HAVE to gush about my wedding dress!!!!

I. freaking. love. it. It is, without a doubt, the most amazing article of clothing I've ever owned. I'm pretty sure that after my wedding I will continue to wear it every day. Whenever I'm having a bad day, I will put it on and dance around my apartment. Maybe I'll wear it to spice up the more mundane daily errands like the grocery store, the bank, the gas station...the possibilities are endless really.

For obvious reasons, I'm not going to post any pictures of the dress or me in it because Sean is one of my biggest blog readers and supporters...but I promise its dabomb.com (yes, I really did just say that). In the meantime, you can look at this picture of me in a dress I didn't get it, with 92390234234 electrician's hooks being used to keep it on. Does anyone else find it ironic that you pay thousands of dollars for this delicate white dress that is held up with Home Depot clips that cost $1.99 each?


While I am so excited I have found my dress, I have to admit that I am sad the trying on process is over. It was the ultimate shopping experience...what? you want me to sift through racks of beautiful, sparkly, lacy gowns and try them all on for you? ummmm okay! oh and you want me to twirl in front of a big mirror, stand on a pedastal and accessorize the dress with shoes, jewelry, and a veil? suuuuure, twist my arm.

Going into this weekend of dress shopping, I wasn't stressed out at all. I'm a decisive person with years of shopping experience under my belt :) so I knew that when I found the dress that was right for me, I'd know it. I just had to trust myself. However, by the end of the day on Friday, I was stuck between two dresses...and they were complete opposites. I kept going back and forth. I tried each of them on several times. We took pictures, we emailed said pictures to my dad for his opinion...but no decision could be made. As my mom and I headed to the 3rd place on Saturday, I still had no idea what dress I would choose. At that point I realized I probably didn't like either one of them THAT much if I couldn't decide.

The place we went to on Saturday was truly a diamond in the rough. It was about an hour outside of Boston in the middle of a dirty, industrial town. As we winded our way through the ghetto (and I mean ghet-tooooooo) my mom and I looked at each other uneasily wondering what we would find on the other end...but surprisingly it was great! It was like the clouds parted and this bridal shop was a ray of glittery, wedding-y sunshine. I ended up pulling about 10 dresses to try on. "The" dress was the 3rd one I tried on. Immediately I knew I liked it. I put 2 more dresses on, but by then, all I wanted to do was put "the" dress back on...and I knew at that point it was going to be my dress.

I put it on again and went out to see my mom, and that is when the waterworks ensued. My mom cried, I cried, the sales lady cried. We were blubbering messes. It's funny, Friday night as I lay in bed, I tried to imagine myself getting married in the two dresses and I just couldn't wrap my head around it. I figured it was because I had never been married before and obviously didn't know what to expect. However, as soon as I put my dress on Saturday, I pictured everything. I saw myself walking down the aisle with my dad, dancing with Sean under the moonlight, pictures with my bridesmaids (okay tears are happening again) and I just knew it was the right dress for me.

Now is the hard part. I have to wait 6-8 months for it to be made and so I won't see it again until April when I come back from London for my spring break...and I still have an entire YEAR before I get to wear it for the real deal. It's a good thing though, otherwise I would've most definitely put it on Saturday night the second Sean left for work. and again yesterday....and probably this morning too.

Dress, I miss you already. I can't wait for us to be reunited. Until then, I will stare lovingly at the pictures of you. Especially when I am hungry and tempted to eat a tasty treat. My mom and I went out for celebratory drinks and lunch Saturday afternoon after finding the dress.

What better way to celebrate a figure-flattering dress than with cheeseburgers, fries, and margaritas? pssshhhhh. Dress, you will be my muse for the next year. Whenever I'm feeling lazy, I will just glance at the photos of you and remember that unless I want to trade you in for a moo-moo from Walmart (oh god. the horrors!) I better get my butt to the gym. literally.

2 comments:

Rachel said...

Aww... so sweet. Isn't fun that you really get to be ON a pedestal?!?

Rebecca said...

Yay for finding a dress! good luck planning the rest from london!

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