Betty Beguiles asked about wedding dresses the other day and I’ve been wanting to chime in but have been limited in my free time. So here I am a little late but, better late than never. So here’s my post about my wedding dress! Which yes, was very special to me.
But first a
quick digression. I was flipping through digital wedding photos while a sample was running in lab. I came across our wedding photographer’s blog post where she posted all our wedding pictures and a flood of emotions came over me. Just seeing those pictures and remembering how I felt walking down that aisle and cutting that cake and seeing all our goofy smiles to prove it just made me tear up. I look forward to the day when I get to see that man every day again, instead of little trips every few weeks before we separate again. I haven’t written much about it, but this has been emotionally/mentally/physically challenging and I just can not wait for it to be over. For us to be a normal couple again that commutes to a normal workplace 30 min. away instead of internationally. I know it will be worth it in the long run, but until then it is not easy. So I was looking at these pictures and silently tears started streaming down my face, tears of joy/nostalgia/tiredness and everything and who walks in but my boss. She hasn’t walked in like that in months. Embarrassing. I acted like I wasn’t crying (even though it was obvious) and I just answered her questions. But her husband lives in China so maybe she understands.
Anyway, onto the dress. I was never one of those girls who imagined my wedding dress. In fact, I was one of those girls who screamed and kicked every time I was forced to wear a dress when I was younger. For this reason, I was concerned about finding a dress that was ‘me’. Of course, as soon as I saw it I knew it was perfect. The one. And well, for me, I think it was :)
It had little cap sleeves and a square/Queen Anne neckline and lace all over. Lace was the only thing I knew I wanted.
But the open back is what really sold me. It kind of looked like a heart.
And another favorite part was my bustle. French, as opposed to American I guess? Either way, it was way cool.
Especially when I twirled!
Ok, enough bragging. My dress was tight. And so was my photographer.
It was funny though, because I tried to get a friend of mine of similar stature to use it later. It was just so beautiful I wanted to share it! She respectfully declined and I thought it was because she didn’t want a used dress, which I could understand. However, it later came out that her mom didn’t think it was modest enough. Ooops. Oh well.
Her loss. Ha!
You should post about your wedding dress too so I’m not the only late one :P