So last Friday I went wedding dress shopping with my mom and sister and something really crazy happened… I didn’t hate it. Dare I even say I enjoyed it?
Even though I told myself to have an open mind and play nice, the snarky voice in my head was still rolling its eyes thinking this is going to be so awful, I’ll never find anything I like. I was nervous and uncomfortable before we even started, so I took it out on the brunch we ate before.
In hindsight, I wouldn’t suggest eating like it’s your last meal before you go try on dresses. But live and learn, you know? And damn it, that scramble was good. I’m just glad I didn’t get the breakfast burrito like my stomach really wanted because we might have had a Bridesmaids wedding dress scene part II, if you catch my drift.
With a champagne bottle under my arm, a full belly of carbs, and dressed ready to lead Girl Scout Troop #163 circa 1988, we set out to find a wedding dress.
Our first stop was Sarah Seven in Lincoln Park. I don’t remember who exactly, but someone commented in one of my last posts that this is where we should start and I owe that person a huge thanks. Sarah Seven was fabulous. So fabulous in fact, it just made me use the word “fabulous” which is something I rarely do. It was intimate and relaxing and the girl who helped me, Lauren, was super sweet and not pushy at all.
I was assuming I’d politely try on a 100 things I didn’t like, but instead I tried on one dress after the other and liked every one of them. It was completely unexpected.
My “style” lingers somewhere in between “is that even a wedding dress?” and “I think my grandma wore a similar dress when she got married.”
But the final dress I tried on at a boutique downtown was a real wild card. Everything about it was what I initially said I didn’t want. But because I was playing the role of “cool appeasing girl” I agreed to try it on.
When I put it on I just knew. I teared up and have never felt like more of a princess in my life. It took my breath away and I actually gasped this is the one!
And if you think any of that is true, go away. Jk. But seriously. I don’t gasp and showing any emotion in public is very uncomfortable for me. Unless it’s animal related. And the one thing I said to every stylist who helped me is “please don’t bring me anything that would cause someone to say the word ‘princess.’ Ever. Ever. Ever ever ever.”
Truthfully, the last dress I tried on was a real game changer. But I didn’t buy it because I don’t like to rush into anything. I’ll need to sit on this for at least month weighing out the pros and cons.
So I didn’t exactly say yes to the dress, it was more like “yeah, I really like it” to about five dresses.
And to finish off such a weddingy weekend, I made Chris take some engagement pics. He was not a happy camper, but by golly we did it. Our photographer was wonderful and I told him we had about 40 minutes tops to get this done. No outfit changes, no weird staged photos, just us, one and done.
Here’s a preview of the shots my mom took on her iphone while she followed us around holding onto crazy Harlow… I’ll post the professional ones with raving reviews of our photographer Elias when they’re ready.
Initially I said “no gazing, touching, romantic anything” photos, but Elias insisted. And you know what? I don’t hate it. I think it’s kind of cute.
But of course Harlow enjoyed the shoot more than anyone. He’s such a ham.
I can’t wait to show you the others. There’s one Harlow shot that takes the cake. More to come…
Now let’s all get back to the Monday stuff.