- 3 years ago
- Wedding: May 2014
Let me just tell you, I hate shopping. I LOVE new clothes but HATE shopping. The whole trying things on & checking yourself out. Sizing yourself up. Walking out of the fitting room to find a beautiful girl dressed to impress and you look back at that t-shirt you were about to buy and decide you better not purchase that awesome Ninja turtles t-shirt. Because you are no longer 13 years old. Then feeling down and out for not finding something flattering and sophisticated.
Well that’s how I’ve felt while shopping around for a wedding dress. I almost got to the point where I was going to buy a gown just because it felt like a wedding dress. Not ‘MY’ wedding dress. But ‘A’ wedding dress. And it wasn’t that I was crazy about the dress. It was simply the best pick out of the 20 dresses I tried on at that perticular store. With my first shopping trip I felt like I had found ‘THE’ dress. But my mom insisted I kept looking. Just in case there was something else out there. After 4 stores in 2 weeks I’ve come to the conclusion at the end of the day it’s what I feel good in and what my fiance would like to see me in. Well I returned to that last (4th) store this past weekend to see what other styles I might like. And I am happy I did. Because I think I found ‘my’ dress!
Upon entering the store I noticed this tall, slender, tan, bride trying on wedding gowns. She looked stunning in almost all of them. I found myself standing next to her in a wedding gown of my own looking over at her wishing I was as tall and slender as her. Wishing I could have that confidence she was exuding.Wishing I had more than a size 34AA cup! Wishing the people around us were looking at me in awe instead of her at that moment. So obviously, that wasn’t my dress. On to the next..and next… and next… and eventually I found myself standing there staring in the mirror with a big smile on my face feeling more beautiful than the bride standing next to me. I starting hearing “ooo’s’ and “ahhh’s” from people passing me by. I felt wondeful inside and out.
While feeling so wondeful I still had this doubt in my mind. Because the first dress I tried on at the first store was still in my mind. So I said I would have to sleep on it and get back to them as soon as I knew for sure. Was this a sign that it wasn’t ‘MY’ dress? I don’t know… But, as soon as I got home I sat down and looked through the pictures and found myself not wanting to stop looking at them. The last dress I tried on seemed to be more and more appealing to me. The next morning I woke up wanting to go back and try it on again and possibly not take it off!!
So, Here is the dress… What do you guys think???