Wedding Dress

Two weekends ago, my mom stopped by Seattle on her way to Hawaii.  I wished I was going to Hawaii with her, but I told her I would settle for a wedding dress.

My mom, aunt, and two Seattle besties, Lauren and Theresa, went on a day-long shopping adventure that brought us to three bridal shops, thirty dresses, and one gown of my dreams.

Saying, "This is it" while standing on a runway after trying on thirty dresses felt really weird.  It wasn't as though the heavens opened and angels sang when I put this dress on, but I could tell it was "the one."  Like so many other aspects of my wedding, there was one clear correct choice, and that was the one that, while not perfect, had nothing wrong with it.  Most dresses were great, except... This dress, while not my favorite, had no "excepts" when I put it on.

It wasn't the dress I imagined getting, and I don't mean that I was surprised to find that the dress of my dreams was other than what I imagined.  The true dress of my dreams doesn't look good on me.  The dress I bought was the one that looked best on me.  It's not the sleek, stunning dress that I really want, but it is a dress that won't make me feel fat just in case I don't end up looking like a model by the time of my wedding.

And that is kind of how a lot of my wedding planning is going.  Nothing much is going as planned, and few choices jump out as "the perfect thing!", but some choices present themselves as the option with the fewest flaws (like my dress and the venue, and also our apartment, which doesn't have anything to do with our wedding), and I accept them immediately.

I do not have a picture of my dress.  I was getting too picky analyzing the pictures my mom took on her phone, and was quickly banned from looking at them.  If you'd like to see it, you'll either have to ask my mom or wait and see it at the wedding.