I bought a wedding dress.
Let me say that again, just because I can--I bought a wedding dress.
We went to Low's in Brinkley, AR for what we just assumed would a fun first try-on-dresses session, but I most likely wouldn't find anything. Low's is an absolutely stunning, old antebellum home turned bridal salon with white and ivory around every corner. After we met our wonderful consultant, she had me pick out three dresses, each with a different style, to try on first.
Two of the first three were hilarious failures--beautiful dresses but completely swallowed me up with fabric and poof. But the third was more along the lines of what I thought I was looking for, and it was a helpful push in the right direction.
I tried on one more dress downstairs that was something I would have never picked out, ever, and when she added the veil I definitely got a little teary-eyed. It was beautiful, and not what I expected.
So we held on to that one and moved upstairs, where we picked out three more stunning dresses. I tried on the first two, and they were gorgeous. But not knock-me-down gorgeous. And thennnn.... my consultant just snatched a dress of the rack and stuck me in it.
And that was the winner. I didn't immediately have that "oh my gosh this is it" moment. It took a little tweaking and twisting and moving belts and tightening, but the more I looked at myself in that dress the more I knew I couldn't see myself in anything else.
I loved my dress when I left, but I love it so much more two days later.
I've decided to keep it a secret until next June, but you better believe you'll be seeing every detail when the time comes.
Holy smokes, I'm getting married.
Hurry up, June 8, 2013.