…er…at least compared to anything else she’s ever bought.
So I bought my wedding dress. It was a much different experience from anything I had expected. I had been putting off trying dresses because I was very afraid of what usually happens to me when I shop: too small, too tight, too wrong. Everything wedding related has been mostly stress free (except invitations), and I didn’t want to ruin the good mood by having a depressing shopping trip. When I finally got around to doing it I brought a small group of trusted advisors. To my great surprise, I found good dresses! Build in corsets are a woman’s best friend. I guess this means I would have been one kick ass babe in victorian times
I ended going to two places: David’s Bridal, and I Do Bridal. David’s was great price-wise, not so great service-wise. I Do bridal was amazing with the service, not so amazing with my budget. Both had dresses I liked (a lot!), none had dresses that I loved.
This is where the problem started. Everyone told me I would KNOW when I found the dress. But I never did. One dress was great for a simple wedding. One was a beautiful modern dress. One was a beautiful vavavoom dress. But none called out to me. So I did was any rational woman would do. I called my mommy. Emma and I took her to see all FOUR dresses I couldn’t decide between. They each had their favorites (not helpful). I was so torn! I liked them all, but didn’t love any of them. I thought I was picky, but I guess I’m not picky enough.
In the end, I picked the dress I thought was the most me: romantic, less traditional, looked good without a veil, within my budget. I now have 12 weeks before I see it again. At first I was scared I would later feel I made a mistake. But as time goes on, I feel more and more sure I made the right decision. Another thought hit me as well: I would be happy with any of the dresses I picked. There is no one dress. There is only the one right now dress.
On another note: 5 MONTHS!!!!!!