Wedding Dress

Over Alia's spring break, we went down to Wine Country Bride and I tried on wedding dresses for the first time. I had seen a few online that I was considering buying off of Etsy, but I didn't want to miss out on the experience of trying on dresses.

Who would want to miss out on trying on this gem?

Alia helped me narrow it down to a total of three dresses. Each one had something totally different to offer. I ended up deciding to leave it there because Alia and I have the same opinion on dresses and were not going to be able to narrow it down to one dress. 

How does anyone choose???

I made an appointment for Steven's mom and I to come back so I could get a different perspective. This past Sunday was that day. I had her come in and look through the dresses they had on the floor. She picked out one additional dress for me to try on which was rather similar to the dress I was considering my number one. 

I tried on a total of four dresses for her. The first one was my third choice. I LOVED the top half but really didn't love where it hit me on my waist or how big the bottom half made me look. 

The top looks so good, why does the bottom look so bad on me?

Because the dress that she picked out looked so similar to my number one choice, I chose to try it on next so that there was still a dress in between them. When it was on it was gorgeous! It was such a beautiful dress. It honestly made me wonder if THIS was going to be the dress. Did I like it more than my first choice?

It's so similar, how do I choose???

The third dress I tried on for her was my number two choice. It was identical in shape to the dress on Etsy that I had been considering buying. But it had lacy flowers. It was, essentially, a gorgeous 1950's wedding dress. I still LOVE it but we agreed that it was less of a wedding dress and really just a dress I desperately wanted to own. 

I still really want it.

The fourth dress I tried on for her was my top choice and rather similar to the dress that she had picked out for me. Once I saw it in the mirror again, I sighed. It was so pretty. I asked Steven's mom if she liked it better than the one she had picked out, since they were so similar, and she didn't so much say words as make happy noises. That was the reaction I was looking for. I had found it! This was the one! When I first saw it on the hanger for me to try on, I didn't think I would like it. Then I saw it on me and thought, "Now THAT'S a wedding dress." So I have it. My wedding dress. 

When I went back a day later to buy it, I made Steven come with me. When we walked in the door to the office, the dress was back on a mannequin just to the right. He'd see it for sure on the way out. Luckily, I pointed this out and they had us take the long way out so he didn't spot it. When she measured me, I was three different sizes. They said my chest was a six, my waist was an eight, and my hips were a ten. I never imagined buying a size ten wedding dress, but that's what I had to do. To fit my butt.

In about a year, I get to go back and start fittings to bring in the chest. But I have it! I've bought my wedding dress. The dress to marry Steven in. And it's gorgeous:

 

I'm kidding. Probably.