My perception of what my wedding gown was going to look like definitely changed over the years. I remember being really young and wanting something similar to my First Communion dress, which was a simple, cotton "little girl" dress along with thick, white tights and white shoes. Throughout my youth, teenage years and early twenties, that design changed often and I wondered with anticipation what it'd actually end up looking like.
When I was in the bridal shop, it was a wonderful experience. The seamstress went above and beyond to help me find something that I'd like, even if I didn't end up buying that day. It was so special to be able to share the browsing with my mother and sisters - especially since that now we all live so far away from each other; we were able to be together for what would be the most beautiful day of my life. They knew my taste and they helped me pick about five or six gowns to try on.
The first dress was... okay. It didn't really fit me well and I didn't like it on me that much. The second dress was awful. It was such a gorgeous gown but ended up looking like a big box on me. I remember being in the dressing room a little sad after that, wondering if I'd ever try on something that I'd end up liking. Where was I going to find my dress?
I put the third gown on and walked out. I lifted the skirt carefully so as not to trip over it when I climbed up on to the platform in front of the mirrors. My mother had a huge smile on my face and my sisters nodded in approval. It was a lacy, off-white, A-line gown that had a beautiful champagne ribbon under the bust with a bow. There was another bow at the back of the gown, near where my knees were to give it a slight mermaid feel. It was perfect.
(Oh, and my veil? I made it myself, using tulle and some fantastic lace I found downtown Los Angeles. Turns out that mantillas are super easy to make - and absolutely gorgeous!)
3 comments:
I love this post! In 2.5 years of marriage, I already forgot how important finding the perfect gown was to me during my engagement (something that most women can relate too!). Preparing for my wedding was such a fun "era"-- thanks for jogging my memory!!
I keep my wedding dress in a closet in the house so I can look at it occasionally - they're such a fun rememberance of the day....
Mine is my halloween costume whenever I'm not pregnant :) Picking a wedding dress was so much fun. Chantal, I remember the first time we were at Mon Amie together and you pointed out the dress I ended up buying.
My experience was totally different. When I got engaged I was working at a bridal store helping lots of other women have your experience. I was also modeling wedding dresses every weekend so I had tried on a TON and had a better idea oh what I liked and what was plain gaudy. I actually went with my parents to the dress designers store in Houston and my parents fell in love with the dress I ended up buying a few months later.
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