Last weekend, I went with my cousin, her mom, and bridesmaids to try on wedding dresses. And beyond wanting to beat her to a pulp for complaining about her 2-size difference waist-to-hips ratio making it hard to size her, it was a really good day.
(Sorry, you just won’t get any sympathy from me about clothing if you have an hourglass figure. Just sayin’.)
Going dress shopping when you’re not the bride or a bridesmaid is actually a lot of fun. Probably more fun than being the bride. Beyond being respectful of budgets and not making asinine comments, you pretty much have no responsibilities. It’s nice to just be able to go-with-the-flow.
Nik and I look a lot alike (minus the fact that my shape is probably the antithesis of an hourglass . . . ), so when she came out in a gown that resembled the style of my own wedding dress, I was flooded with emotions: remembering how it felt to put the dress on for the first time, after being adamant that I hated pick ups, seeing my mom’s reaction, watching the women of Ben’s family fluff and perfect the dress the day of my wedding, the feel of the fabric as I made my long, tedious, but amazing walk down the aisle . . . one of the last times I walked at all.
As much as I loved seeing her in something so similar, the dress just wasn’t for her. Quite frankly, I was surprised she had tried it on at all, since our weddings and styles are so different. She wanted fun and beachy, I went for classic and formal.
The dress that she ended up choosing was perfect for her venue and her personality, and was greeted unanimously with happy tears. It was nice to see her have that “This is THE dress” moment, and to be able to share the moment with her.
How did you know your wedding dress was “the one”?