Some people have their big day planned before they hit puberty. They know exactly what their dress will look like and have orchestrated their nuptials long before they marry. Not me. I didn't start thinking about my wedding until after the Mister popped the question. As with most things in my life, I'm not sure exactly what it is that I want until I see it and not a moment before. I knew I wanted something vintage-inspired, something that wasn't bright white and something that wasn't strapless. That's as much as I knew.
Here's some of my inspiration:
1. Pinterest via Jelena F. 2. Style Me Pretty 3. Love My Dress 4. Pinterest Dress by Emannuelle Junqueira
It didn't take long for me to find "the" dress. In fact, it was the very first one I tried on. I stopped in at a local bridal boutique less than a mile from home and dug through dress-laden racks to find it, hidden in the back of the store on the very last bracket of the very last rack. It took some muscle to find that sucker.
I immediately grabbed it.
I knew there was something special about this dress the minute I slipped into it. It just felt right. It hugged my curves in all the right ways without stifling them or doing them injustice. I thought, "This is what Beyonce' must feel like when she walks the red carpet" Like BANG! Ta-DOW! My body too bootylicious and all that jazz.
For me, a wedding dress is supposed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I wanted to feel like the womanliest woman that ever was and I did in that dress. But...since it was the first dress in the first store, I waited. I tried a host of other dresses and then left.
I returned a month later, this time with my posse. It was my mother, the Mister's mother, the Mister's sister and bless his big patient heart, my oldest brother, John. It takes a special man to roll with three highly opinionated Northeastern born and bred women and one fickle bride. Such a task is not for the weak and inexperienced. Lucky for John, he has puh-lenty of experience.
My brother John is walking me down the aisle along with my brother Anthony, in place of my father who passed twelve years ago. John wanted to be a part of the dress selection process because he wanted to help pay for it as a gift to me. It fills my heart just to type that sentence. What a gift!
Luckily for John, dress shopping was a one stop shop. We all traipsed back to the same boutique and tried on a bunch of new dresses and the first one again. It was still "the" dress, something we all agreed upon. Quite possibly, the only thing that we all agreed upon.
Here's a sneak peek. You will have to wait until October to see the rest. Whaddya think?
It didn't take long for me to find "the" dress. In fact, it was the very first one I tried on. I stopped in at a local bridal boutique less than a mile from home and dug through dress-laden racks to find it, hidden in the back of the store on the very last bracket of the very last rack. It took some muscle to find that sucker.
I immediately grabbed it.
I knew there was something special about this dress the minute I slipped into it. It just felt right. It hugged my curves in all the right ways without stifling them or doing them injustice. I thought, "This is what Beyonce' must feel like when she walks the red carpet" Like BANG! Ta-DOW! My body too bootylicious and all that jazz.
For me, a wedding dress is supposed to make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I wanted to feel like the womanliest woman that ever was and I did in that dress. But...since it was the first dress in the first store, I waited. I tried a host of other dresses and then left.
I returned a month later, this time with my posse. It was my mother, the Mister's mother, the Mister's sister and bless his big patient heart, my oldest brother, John. It takes a special man to roll with three highly opinionated Northeastern born and bred women and one fickle bride. Such a task is not for the weak and inexperienced. Lucky for John, he has puh-lenty of experience.
My brother John is walking me down the aisle along with my brother Anthony, in place of my father who passed twelve years ago. John wanted to be a part of the dress selection process because he wanted to help pay for it as a gift to me. It fills my heart just to type that sentence. What a gift!
Luckily for John, dress shopping was a one stop shop. We all traipsed back to the same boutique and tried on a bunch of new dresses and the first one again. It was still "the" dress, something we all agreed upon. Quite possibly, the only thing that we all agreed upon.
Here's a sneak peek. You will have to wait until October to see the rest. Whaddya think?
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