Dress for Success!!! *Eyes off Brian!*
When it comes in this Spring I will put pictures of ME in it lol not a stock photo.
Dress shopping was absolutely AMAZING but no one prepares you for how emotional it REALLY is! A quick run - down as to how the day went.
First off let me start by saying I am crazy. I mean... not bridezilla insane but a little bit crazy for sure.
The night before FH called me about 2 am and told me he was almost out of gas, had not had a chance to cash his check and didn't have the debit card, so we agreed to meet and off I went.
I was really stressed to say the least - my EYES would be all puffy for dress shopping with the lack of sleep.
But being able to kiss my love at 2:30 in the morning when it's so cold I could see my own breath was totally worth it. So we chatted all the way home on the cell driving behind each other. He left the parking lot first - I got home first - go me.
So I had been heavily researching dresses - prices - places when FH called me to meet him, so when I got home I took my large coffee we had gotten and went back to that.
My intention was to be up by 7:30 to shower, do my hair, get ready and meet the girls. Dress shopping would begin with breakfast and end with my dream dress... I hoped.
We pulled out the couch and snuggled up for sleep around 3:30 am. My alarm went off at 7:30 and I got up rearing and ready to go. This was the moment!
I went into the bathroom, began washing my face and hands and etc and noticed that the sink was not draining right - so off I go to get FH to see if he could fix it.
Somewhere in there the sink issue translated into my terror that I was - in fact - too fat to wear a wedding dress and shouldn't be allowed to dress shop.
The focus came off the literal faucet and switched to the proverbial faucet of tears streaming down my face.
I had recently lost a LARGE amount of weight, but had started putting it back on little by little. I was hoping a size 10 wedding dress would fit - but the reality of needing a 14 or 16 hit me hard in the AM.
So 45 minutes later - with all the girls on the way to my house and me crying hysterically with poor FH taking the brunt of it... finally I started to get ready.
My mother came over to wish me luck, all the girls arrived, my father stopped by and FH kissed me on his way out the door for work... off I go dress shopping - but first a Belgian Waffle and sausage.
Ahhh dress shopping. My sister really wanted me to try all sorts of designers and all sorts of silouettes so that when I found "The Dress" I would have no question.
I KNEW which designer I loved *I'm an Alfred Angelo girl* and had a PERFECT IDEA to which dresses really impressed me and I had narrowed it down to 5 different ones... so off I went armed with knowledge.
Or so I thought lol. The bridal shoppe we went to, you pulled your own dresses and the consultant helped you try them on etc... so my sister who is also my incredible MOH, decided that we would all 4 of us split up and pull dresses and meet back up.
I pulled one *The one I knew would most likely be THE dress*, and the girls pulled tons. Mostly they adhered to my original style but there was some deviation, but I was willing to try anything for their enjoyment.
Approximately 20 dresses sat on the rack and I went into the dressing room to try on the ones of my dreams.
10 dresses in I realized my large A-line to Ball gown with semi cathedral train and lots of color was actually not impressing me.
Then and only then did I try on one of my sister's picks which fit nothing into my original boxed look. It was a very Small A - line, bordering large sheath.
So I slipped it on the whole while telling my sister it wasn't really like what I thought I wanted. But it felt amazing on... then I looked in the mirror and immediately started to cry.
How incredibly beautiful it truly was! All hell broke loose at that point and we did away with the ball gowny type dresses on the rack and the girls went hunting for similar dresses to what I had on.
The whole time I sat there staring at myself thinking, I never want to take this dress off.
My sister being as smart as she is decided I would not be allowed to stop there... I tried on about 10 - 15 more of similar shapes and sizes and it came down to three.
The inital tear jerker - a VERY similar Maggie dress with a corset back *corset was originally one of my requirements* and a multitiered dress with a similar silouette.
I tried them on in no particular order and paid little attention to which one was which. When I looked at myself in the mirror - the blur of the dresses ran together - and I liked them all.
But then I put the tear jerker on and I again started to cry immediately. It felt better on my body than the Maggie *which was also pricer*, I liked the corset less then the zip up back... the chapel train was perfect, the crystal beading amazing, and it fit like a glove.
It was my dress... the dress and now all I can think about is the look that will be on Brian's face when I walk towards him on our wedding day.
