(Some of the activities in my blog have already happened. I started this after I had already completed some things)
This experience was not as wonderful as I hoped it would be, at least not at first.
Wedding dresses suck. They are heavy. Really heavy. Like 40 pounds or more of lace, organza, and satin piled on my five foot frame. And they are all made for girls that stand 5'10". I am not a tall woman. I am a very short woman. I am only five foot tall. So all the gowns looked really crappy on me. I mean, really bad and I have pictures to prove it. On top of that, I went to the gown shop with a specific designer and style in mind. I truly loved Allure bridal gowns and I really wanted a gown with a keyhole back. Guess what?? They looked really stupid on me. I mean bad. But that goes back to me not being an amazon woman. But not only that, no one tells you that wedding gowns run small. So a woman that normally wears a size 8 such as myself will not fit in a size 8...or a 10...or even a 12 sometimes. So not only do the gowns look completely silly on me, weigh a thousand pounds but they also succeeded in me feeling terrible about my weight.
Fortunately for me, wedding gown shop people know what they are doing. The lady that was helping me took all the things I wanted in a gown (such as lace, beading, etc) and found a gown that was actually wonderful and perfect for me. After trying on five gowns that were just plain terrible looking, I finally tried on the gown the girl picked out for me.
It was, in a word, perfect. Lacey and long with a sweetheart neckline, It looked amazing. It felt amazing. I cried. The saleslady smiled. Chelsea (my bridesmaid) couldn't stop taking pictures. A random guy in the store told me I needed to buy it right then. And best of all, I felt like a bride. I felt like a princess and lovely and radiant. And I couldn't stop smiling. I knew it was the perfect dress. And in June it'll finally be mine (it takes a while to get a custom order dress, especially when you are short and curvy)
Until next time, I'll be knee deep in bridal magazines and fabric swatches.
It was, in a word, perfect. Lacey and long with a sweetheart neckline, It looked amazing. It felt amazing. I cried. The saleslady smiled. Chelsea (my bridesmaid) couldn't stop taking pictures. A random guy in the store told me I needed to buy it right then. And best of all, I felt like a bride. I felt like a princess and lovely and radiant. And I couldn't stop smiling. I knew it was the perfect dress. And in June it'll finally be mine (it takes a while to get a custom order dress, especially when you are short and curvy)
Until next time, I'll be knee deep in bridal magazines and fabric swatches.