- 9 years ago
The boyf and I made it official at the end of last month! We’re doing a fun little wedding in far eastern Oregon, relatively informal, with a backyard BBQ as a reception. Of course, the "backyard" is the Oregon Trail, so the scenery is pretty breathtaking…but that’s beside the point.
The point is this: I suppose I’d already had an image of myself as a bride. Simple, un-poofy, but definitely, I don’t know, bride-shaped. A-line, sweetheart neckline, not too much beading or fluff, but…pretty. I don’t know. I found a bunch of sweet little Maggie Sottero dresses that were about my speed today.
So the Boy and I were exchanging emails tonight and got on gchat, where I sent him a few links. He didn’t downright scoff at my choices, but when asked he sent me some links to what would be HIS choices, and I was…well, kind of shocked, actually!
The dresses he flagged were a LOT sexier than anything I’d imagined myself in. I’m much more of a jeans-and-t’s kind of girl; Mike and I met on a camping trip, and he kows that I tend to fall into the "granola" category when it comes to dressing. He’s only seen me REALLY done up once, for a formal wedding we attended last June, and he did almost swallow his tongue (so cute, boys are so easy that way). But even then I was wearing something relatively classic, certainly nothing lingerie-inspired.
I’m not going to pull a "golly gee, I am so unsexy that I could never wear anything form-fitting!" Because in truth, I can wear clingy stuff. I’m really tall (almost 6′), pretty athletic, a Pilates instructor. I can get away with a lot more than I ever really let myself get away with. I suppose it’s more a function of how I see *myself* versus how my sweet boy might *like to see me*, if that makes any sense. I mean, these were some sexy dresses! Clingy, silky….almost peignoir-like (Think Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy’s iconic slipdress as an example of the genre.)
I’m actually really flattered that he thinks of me that way! My first impulse was to splutter, "Oh, MIKE! I don’t know that I could pull that kind of thing off!" To which he replied with a resounding "PSHAW, sexy woman!"
So my question, Other Wedding-Having People, is this: have any of you had your image of your "perfect" wedding dress called into question by your husbands/wives-to-be? I sort of saw myself as "Belle from Beauty and the Beast"; he sort of sees me as "Giselle Bundchen Gets Married". I like the cut of his jib, but that definitely muddies the waters in terms of decision-making.
One more question: any ideas for a pretty, sexy, but TASTEFUL wedding gown? I want to be comfy, but I want my boy to blush with pride (and other blush-making emotions), too. (My other possible plan: go with the more traditional look I’d planned but really blow it out with the sexy lingerie on the honeymoon…)