I have run into my first moment of hesitation with the wedding. It surrounds the purchase of my dress, and I suspect it is the direct result of constantly hearing how important The Dress is.
I found what i believed to be "my dress" a few weeks ago during a preliminary shopping expedition. It was discovered at a little boutique that I had second guessed even bothering with because usually boutique is synonymous with expensive. But i checked it out figuring at least I might gather an idea about what I want.
Low and behold, come to learn that this particular shop is in fact very reasonably priced, and the quality of craftsmanship exceeds that of more expensive gowns I had previously tried. The only downside? All the sample sizes were 14 or 16. The owner wants any woman who comes in to be able to try on a dress, meaning forget the 4's and 6's. A small girl can be clipped into a 14 but a large lady; ain't no way she's getting into a 4. Makes sense to me, and made me love this place a little bit more, but made it hard to know for sure how the dress would look once it was in my size.
I tried on the 14 and loved the feel of the fabric (like buttah), the lines of the dress, the style, the fact that the dress was going to be made specifically to fit my body and the tailor would personally handle all alterations, pretty much everything about it was wonderful. And it was one of the only dresses I had put on that made me smile like a 5 year old playing princess.
Fast forward to this past weekend when the female family was in town to participate in the purchase. There was the whole pomp and circumstance of trying on a few so they felt like they were helping me to choose, but when it really came down to it I had already decided on my dress. Luckily, once mom and sis saw it, they too were in love. And that is the moment I became unsure...
What? How? The panel had all reached the same consensus I had, and now i waiver?
Perhaps it is the finality of having chosen a dress and my concern that I might happen upon something better down the line. I mean there are still 8 months to go! What else am i going to do at work all day if I'm not perusing wedding gowns online? Every other task has been completed, this was the last unchecked box on my list.
Or, is the dress symbolic of the wedding itself? Does actually purchasing the dress make all of this more real to me? Is it ok to have a little bit of anxiety about getting married even though I am 100% sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that spending the rest of my life with this man is better than anything I could have imagined?
Payment is due today and I have a couple hours to figure it all out or wait for a sign. Hopefully when i go to the shop and see the dress, all is made clear one way or the other.
I found what i believed to be "my dress" a few weeks ago during a preliminary shopping expedition. It was discovered at a little boutique that I had second guessed even bothering with because usually boutique is synonymous with expensive. But i checked it out figuring at least I might gather an idea about what I want.
Low and behold, come to learn that this particular shop is in fact very reasonably priced, and the quality of craftsmanship exceeds that of more expensive gowns I had previously tried. The only downside? All the sample sizes were 14 or 16. The owner wants any woman who comes in to be able to try on a dress, meaning forget the 4's and 6's. A small girl can be clipped into a 14 but a large lady; ain't no way she's getting into a 4. Makes sense to me, and made me love this place a little bit more, but made it hard to know for sure how the dress would look once it was in my size.
I tried on the 14 and loved the feel of the fabric (like buttah), the lines of the dress, the style, the fact that the dress was going to be made specifically to fit my body and the tailor would personally handle all alterations, pretty much everything about it was wonderful. And it was one of the only dresses I had put on that made me smile like a 5 year old playing princess.
Fast forward to this past weekend when the female family was in town to participate in the purchase. There was the whole pomp and circumstance of trying on a few so they felt like they were helping me to choose, but when it really came down to it I had already decided on my dress. Luckily, once mom and sis saw it, they too were in love. And that is the moment I became unsure...
What? How? The panel had all reached the same consensus I had, and now i waiver?
Perhaps it is the finality of having chosen a dress and my concern that I might happen upon something better down the line. I mean there are still 8 months to go! What else am i going to do at work all day if I'm not perusing wedding gowns online? Every other task has been completed, this was the last unchecked box on my list.
Or, is the dress symbolic of the wedding itself? Does actually purchasing the dress make all of this more real to me? Is it ok to have a little bit of anxiety about getting married even though I am 100% sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that spending the rest of my life with this man is better than anything I could have imagined?
Payment is due today and I have a couple hours to figure it all out or wait for a sign. Hopefully when i go to the shop and see the dress, all is made clear one way or the other.
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