THE HUNT
Every bride experiences the hunt... for the perfect wedding dress that is. I often have to save a chuckle when I visit with women who say they never thought about what kind of wedding gown they would want or thought that they would like. Being a long tie wedding dreamer girl... often referred to as one of those girls', I respect that though this my be true, either way you will experience the 'moment.' I am a firm believer in the 'moment' and that every girl has one.
The 'moment' is when you experience the euphoria of finding the perfect dress. Even for those who haven't ever thought of their dress and have no idea what they would want, the moment comes for all who pursue the alter. Fo those few that think they know exactly what kind of dress they think you want... the moment usually comes when you put on the dress you insist you won't like but everyone with you wants you to try on.
Working in a wedding gown shop I get to see this process on a weekly basis, and though it can be quit tiring to go through the emotional process of trying to find a dress with multiple brides in one day, it is always rewarding when you see the look on someone's face when they realize that they don't want to take that dress off and so it's the one.
This was no truer than my hunt for the perfect gown.
It began just a few weeks after I got engaged. Convince that finding the perfect dress early would set the tone for our wedding 10 months away, it didn't take that long for me to start my hunt. Ignoring the annoyance of my mother and sisters who were dragged along with me to several bridal gown Wal-Mart's (also known as David's Bridal) and the most intimate boutiques where I found all the gowns I could never afford, I ignored the wining and continued on.
We started out with the very slimming bejeweled style reminiscent of a regal world...
We moved on to what I call the innocent bridal I think i probably saw in my dreams with a delicate bow...
Next came the flattering beach wedding gown...
What I like to call the wedding cake gown...see for yourself...
And finally, the gown of all gowns...the Cinderella gown...(so big by the way I could hardly get out of the dressing room and would not have been able to get down the isle by myself, let alone with someone next to me.)
I can tell you that I ended up with something completely different than all these. Unable to show you, hopefully for obvious reasons, I had the moment and found the perfect gown...or so I thought.
Here comes the part where I thought I was finished all the thing having to do with the wedding dress, and yet it was just the beginning. Unfortunately the euphoria wore off and when I woke up the morning after I was faced with the devil dress.
THE MORNING AFTER...
Not long after receiving my gown, the holidays were upon us complete with goodies and treats and all that the holidays entail for good red and green blooded Christmas lovers. The next time I tried on my dress, it did see a little tighter than it had been a few weeks earler, bit I didn't worry about it to much seeing as I still had 6 months to get back into shape and hey, I could still zip it up!!!
After wearing it for about half an hour, showing a friend and sitting and visiting in it with my Mom, I decided to go take if off so as not to tempt fate...and then it happened. It started as a little itch in my nose and next the noise my Mother equates to a horse's loud neighing came forth and then I felt the rriiiippppppp....
Everyone froze.
The silence was broken, "Well you had better loose some weight or not sneeze on your wedding day!"
Fortunately it seemed like a minor tear. The zipper's seam coming unattached was easily fixable and several weeks later I picked it up from the seamstress supposedly brand new and beautiful as every. Back in shape I could fit back into it no problem and the dress was back in the closet, off the list, and out of my mind.
I could again take it out and show my dear friends and they could get the beautiful picture without any blemishes. It was after one of these viewings that I forgot to put it back into its hanging bag in the closet. Several days later I noticed I had forgotten to put my dress back in its hanging bag and innocently went over to put it away properly like a good little bride. I turned it around to zip it up and all of a sudden it wasn't zipping. The zipper had detached itself from on side and was innocently sliding up and down without zipping the dress up!
"You have got to be kidding me!!!"
Over the next half an hour I tried in vain to reattach my demon zipper. Needless to say, nothing worked and next thing I knew, the zipper runner popped into two ieces and now there was no hope of zipping up my dress at all!
"WHY?!?!?!?!?!"
Needless to say, my dress is back on my list and at the dress shop again waiting for a new zipper.
I'm not sure what i did to deserve such a frustration with what seemed to be the perfect dress in the whole world. Flattering and beautiful, I had no idea it would cause me so many tears and be my arch nemesis in wedding planning. I thought my arch nemesis in wedding planning. I thought my arch nemesis would be 250 invitations, or the guest list, or keeping all the family members under control. But no...it has been my perfect moment dress.
So...be warned all brides near and far. Beware of the moment that ma deceive you into picking out a devil dress that could push you to the limits of your bride-ness. And if all else fails...we'll all be married at the end of the day.
