Post # 32
I loved my dress when I saw it hanging on the hanger. I looked at it and told my mom, “This is my dress”. It was the first one I tried on and I fell in love! (Which is surprising, cause I’m VERY picky). She made me try on many others, but none were like the first dress I put on.
I will say, though… I fell EVEN MORE in love with it when it was fitted for me. That made a big difference! (And once it was steamed and ready for the big day!)
Post # 33
I didn’t even really like my dress when I first tried it on. My panel of judges loved it and as they started pointing out why they loved it I realized I had been focused on minor details of the dress rather than the dress as a whole. I had another dress I LOVED when I first tried it on but after I left the store I kept thinking about my wedding and the dress I loved was no longer the imagine in my head. Every time I pictured my wedding I saw myself in the dress I didn’t even really like so I knew it was the one.