- 6 years ago
- Wedding: July 2012
My journey with my dress began over a year ago….after a week of shopping, and 3 boutiques, I found her. I emmeditaly felt like she might be the one. I got resounding ooohs and ahhhs from my best friend and sister who were with me. I felt so excited yet unsure. I decided to sleep on it, and the next day decided to buy her…I felt strongly that my then fiance’ would love it…that my mother would love it.
I took my mother to see her, but my mother’s reaction was what I wasn’t prepared for. She was very disconnected and kept asking me If I was sure. She even started pointing at other gowns and asking if i have tried them on. This I think was where my regret began.
I then spent at least 5 months obsessing over photos of me in it…although I never went to try on any other dresses, the doubts began to weigh on me very much. I tried over and over to recapture what I loved about it….but I had a hard time remembering.
About 4 months before the wedding, I decided I couldn’t bear this feeling anymore and I contacted my bridal consultant. She said it would be possible for me to try other dresses and exchange for another…as they had many new in stock dresses in my size. I went back in, open to the idea of keeping my dress, but also open to the idea of finding another. I also called my mom to tell her what I was doing, and she got very upset when I explained to her that her reaction to my dress has been haunting me all these months. She apologized, explained she was very stressed that day and agreed to go back with me.
I put it on and my doubts emmediatly dissapated. I decided to rethink my fignertip veil and exchanged it for a lace edged chapel lenght one…mantilla inspired =).
From then on I accepted my dress would continue the journey to the alter with me. Although I knew I would never feel 100% sure of my choice…I knew I felt very comfortable with it. There are just to many dresses out there…and every day they make something even more beutiful and even more unique. How could I not second guess myself? I gave up obsessing over photos of my dress…and began the search for hte perfect shoes, sash and jewerly.
The day of my wedding came before I knew it. That night I hardly slept, I woke up after 3 hours…feeling so anxious. Finally, I abandoned my sleep, grabbed everything I needed (dress too) jumped in a taxi and headed to the hotel where I would be getting ready. I took a good two hours to myself, to relax, bathe…groom, organize everything so that I would know just where to find it.
I then headed to get my hair done..which took a good hour and half..and then rushed back to my room. By the time I got back I only had about an hour and half left for makeup and getting dressed, before the photographer would arrive. My cousin showed up to do my makeup…by the time she was done, it was time to get in that dress!! I barley got a moment to catch my breath before I was out the door and down the stairs to meet my soon to be husband.
I can honestly say I felt beutiful when I walked out the door…and to be quite honest, I thought very little about how I looked for the rest of that day. I felt like I was on a mission!!! Well, mission completed.
I hope this gives hope to girls who struggle with dress doubts and regret!
When I found my dress:
My Wedding Day: