Last weekend my mother flew up to help me find my dream dress. Standing outside of the dress store right before it opened, surrounded by about 15 other brides, I wouldn't say I was excited but I would say I was struck with complete terror. Was this going to turn in to some kind of blood bath? Brides-to-be cat fighting over the perfect dress? Like the bloody, more violent sequel to Bride Wars. But the doors finally did open, and yes the brides did swarm-but luckily I had an appointment. When I sat down with my consultant, Claudia, she asked what I had in mind. I told her I had absolutely no idea, and I'm sure she thought this was going to be a long morning. I was able to decide that I wanted white instead of ivory. And that I wanted something that might cover up my arm flab (sometimes I wonder if I flap my arms hard enough, would I fly away?) That and I wanted no butt Bows! Who in the world invented the butt bow?
I told Claudia I was pretty much open for anything. So she went out dress browsing, and my mother got to work trying to cut off the oxygen flow to my brain by pulling me into a corset. Then I put on my slip and I looked like Olga the milk maid (When you read “Olga the milk maid” make sure you read it in a thick, Scandinavian accent). I had a problem filling out the corset in the upstairs department.*cough* I have never ever filled out anything in that department. Claudia told me to lean over and push everything up. I really thought this wouldn't work, hey I know my body, but when I stood back up I had boobs! You don’t understand what a monumental statement that is. That was the single most glorious moment of my entire life. Boobs! Hehe.
Claudia brought out the first wedding dress. It was everything I thought I didn't want. It was strapless and had some cinching on the side that I just couldn't get behind. But I tried it on anyway. I had to dive into it. Literally. My mother tied the laces in the back, and I stepped out on the podium. I wasn't allowed to look at myself until Claudia had put the whole look together. She placed the veils, tiara, and helped with my shoes (they are flats so I’m not the jolly green giant on my wedding day). My mother told me I looked gorgeous. Claudia asked me details about the wedding and told me to envision myself there. Which I was desperately trying to do, even though it struck me that it was just a little cheesy. But when my mother, God bless her heart, starting humming the wedding song-than I had to bite my tongue not to laugh.
When I opened my eyes, I loved what I saw. I felt beautiful, just like a princess. My life long dream is to grow up and become a princess, so this was definitely a plus for the dress. At first I thought this dress was just in the running, but it didn't take me too long to decide I didn't need to try on anything else. Maybe I shouldn't have gone with the first dress, but when you know you know. Now I want to make sure not to gain or lose any weight, because I want everything to fit perfectly. Arm flab be damned, I found my dress.