So I’ve pretty much thrown myself into wedding planning, as you might expect, and am trying to get a handle on as many aspects of it as possible despite the fact that we’ve got more than a year to go. We’ve booked a date and a venue, I’ve started talking to florists and photographers, and this weekend I actually said to R., “I wish we could we could start working on our save-the-dates and invitations now.” (His response? “Why can’t we?” Such a good sport.)
This weekend I also went wedding dress shopping with my friend Kate, and that was an experience. We did it on a complete whim–Kate had to convince me, not in the least because I hadn’t changed out of the workout clothes I’d worn to a Pure Barre class earlier that day (hello, black underwear and black sports bra!) and wasn’t even wearing my engagement ring–and walking into the shop, I thought, “OK, this will be solely for fun–I’m not going to try anything on, I’m just going to look.”
Uh, famous last words. Before long I was answering questions about my budget and rifling through racks of gowns; finally, with the help of Kate and a lovely bridal consultant named Sue, we piled five fluffy white dresses into a fitting room and I began trying them on. It was fun–I’ve always loved playing dress up, and I really liked one dress right off the bat; I even paraded around the store in it like a very sparkly pony–but it wasn’t until I tried on the last dress in the group that I actually thought, “Wow, this could be The One.”
Reader, I did not want to take it off. It was beautiful, it was beaded and lacy and appropriately wintry in feeling, it had the prettiest gold component (we all know I love gold!), it was comfortable, and when Kate and Bridal Consultant Sue started adding accessories–shimmery earrings, a glittery headband and a delicate veil–I started smiling and couldn’t stop. Kate snapped some pictures on her phone, and there’s one where I’m positively beaming. We texted a few of them to my mom–I felt guilty she wasn’t there, and of course wanted her to see me in the dress in as close to real time as possible–and her reply was, “Oh, wow, I love it. Sometimes you just have to go with your gut,” which for my mom to say is huge, since she’s pretty stoic and generally a proponent of waiting to let things sink in for a couple of days before committing to anything. (This is also the reason it took her 10 years to redo her kitchen, but that’s beside the point.)
And in a fortunate turn of events, the dress designer is having a trunk show at the bridal store this weekend, so if I place my order then, I get a big store credit that I can use towards things like the veil or the sparkly earrings or a pair of shoes. This also gives me some time to really think about the dress and go over the photos Kate took with a super-critical eye. And I’m not going to lie: It scares me a little to commit to this big a purchase–there’s definitely a jump in price between this dress and the little BHLDN number I’d been eyeing and planning to use a gift card (!) on–but the fact that I’ve been waking up every morning and sleepily reaching for my phone to look at the photos of it is easing that fear quite a bit.
Married ladies: How did you know your dress was The One? Any dress-shopping experiences (hilarious, sentimental, totally horrid?) you’d like to share?
Photo by Sarah Culver via Style Me Pretty