After months of flipping through wedding magazines, browsing bridal websites, and (to Ray’s dismay) watching endless episodes of “Say ‘Yes’ to the Dress” the day finally arrived. I was actually about to try on bridal gowns!
The day started normal enough. A typical Saturday. I slept in a little. Got up slowly and began to get dressed and put on my makeup. Ray ran to the store to grab some ingredients for breakfast. But when he returned, he was carrying a bouquet of a dozen red roses and a heart shaped box of gourmet chocolates. “Happy 23 months and dress shopping day!” It was so sweet, but it was then that my mood began to change.
Suddenly my nerves were kicking in. I was giddy and anxious. And I started doubting (as ridiculous as it was since I hadn’t even been dress shopping yet) that I would be able to find a dress. What if they all look bad on me? What if I can’t find a style or fit that I like? What if this whole day (that I have been waiting excitedly for) ends up being an utter disaster?! Eventually, unable to sit still at our place anymore I grabbed by purse and left for the salon early, figuring I would stop by the craft store. Maybe DIY wedding decor will take my mind off the dress. Ha! Not a chance. Instead, I still ended up at the salon almost 15 minutes early, and, like a crazy person, paced outside in front of the store as I waited for my mom and accompanying bridesmaid.
The next thing I knew my partners had arrived and suddenly we were in the salon, chatting about wedding decor ideas, getting a tour from the consultant, and then it was just me and a tiny fitting room – waiting for my dresses to be pulled.
As I came out in the first dress (one of the many I had picked off the salon website) I immediately knew it was not the one. It was cute to be sure. But something about it was just not right. Of course no dress would have looked excellent as I came out of the dressing room that first time. Everything was becoming so real at that moment that by the time I looked into the mirror I was flushed and trembling. Still, this was definitely not the dress. It was on to gown #2.
Now this was definitely my wedding gown. As I stepped out of the dressing room and up to the mirror I began to imagine wearing it on the day. Behind me my bridesmaid gasped and smiled while my mom did her best to hold back tears. And even though it was two sizes too big and held in place by clasps, I still couldn’t imagine what dress could be better.
They say when you find the dress you should stop shopping. Well, because it was only my second, I must admit I tried on a few more. And looking back, I think this made me even happier with my decision. Each dress I put on after was lacking, and worn only long enough for my to say, “It’s pretty, but I like the other one better.” So I tried on my gown again, this time in my actual size (the consultant tracked it down so we could see it without the clips). There was no denying it. I had my gown on again and now was certain I didn’t want to let it go. I had found my dress.
**Did you actually think I was gonna post a pic of the real gown? Haha! This is about as far from it as you can get.
Later my mom and bridesmaid celebrated with red wine, gourmet chocolates (I brought the ones Ray gave me) and happy hour. I kept celebrating later with more wine and some candlelight card games with Ray. I’d say it was a good day.