Monday, August 10, 2009

For realsies

I've been talking all summer about how the wedding is becoming real, and now I've officially made the first real purchase: my dress.

Let me say that I didn't plan on finding my dress yet. I wanted a group of bridesmaids and clapping to accompany me, but once I tried her on... there was no leaving without putting that payment down. I know... I suck, but you'll forgive me. Let me share the whole experience with you, really, it'll be just like you were there the whole time!

Dress shopping experience one was at a small boutique. I went with just my mom on a very stormy day a couple of weeks ago. They had about sixty or so dresses in the whole shop from four or five different designers. The price point went from $$ to $$$$, and of course I loved two of the most expensive dresses in the place.

I also experienced the first thing that the wedding magazines didn't tell me... those boutique dresses are NOT in my size. It is really hard to feel at your most beautiful when you're being held into a size -5 dress that will not even zip a centimeter.

Sigh.

So when I tried on a truly yummy Maggie Sottero dress (that I felt looked like the red dress Kate Winselt wore in Titanic) that had looked fantastic on the mannequin, I didn't notice the beading or the way that the silk lay across the bodice. All I could look at was my belly button, which I could see through the many layers of fabric. ick! I got within two feet of the triple mirror and turned on my heel. No need to traumatize myself any further!


I didn't write down the info for the first dress, but it was very similar to this one.

I can not say enough about the consultant at the first place though, she was fantastic. She listened to my critiques on each gown and laughed at all of my self-deprecating jokes. Eventually, we found two dresses that looked beautiful on me.


This Maggie's name is Libby, and she's magical. After a full five minutes of string pulling, I was actually zipped up into this beauty. For the first time, I felt confident. And I sparkled! The lace was a good not to my mother's dress and it was feather light. A contender for sure.


I Adored this Anjolique number. Through a fluke, she was actually in my size. I loved how it lay across my stomach (no belly buttons in sight!) and that it was just a little bit different while still being very classic. There was the small issue of the giant beaded sparkle snowflake on the right hip, but the seamstress assured me that it could be removed. The problem? I wasn't ready to make a commitment on my first trip, and this little lady would have set me back considerably. While I understand the importance of a wedding dress, I wasn't willing to spend the amount that this particular dress required. So alas, I said goodbye to her for the day, promising to come back later.

Later, I realized that a large portion of why I loved these dresses was because they finally fit. I felt good in them, especially in the corsetted Maggie. I felt like I did when I really was a size 2.

But upon further thought... I didn't feel like the bride. What happened next? You'll find out soon (I promise)

Did you married ladies have the same experience I did with tiny dresses?

Oh dear!

And here I was thinking that the summer would afford me ample time to blog about all things wedding.

Where did the summer go already! I've been so remiss that at this point apologies are way overdue and blah blah blah I'm boring myself already.

Really, we just haven't done much.

The Save The Dates are in stall mode while we wait for artwork from a talented friend, we just got first contact from our planner (via a "wedding day" scented candle through the mail... I didn't even know you could mail candles...), and we have our first meeting with our officiant next weekend.

I did go dress shopping though...

... a couple times. Ok. Three times. But other than that, we haven't been doing much. So don't worry. You haven't missed anything!