"Here is a big piece of advice for everyone: don't buy your dress until you book the venue. I don't care how on sale it is. Or how much you think you know what you want. Vegas country club doesn't work in the forest. Feathery flapper will look ridiculous in a chapel. I would love to see you wear a ball gown to city hall, though. (Vintage suit for a city hall wedding? Yawn.)"Since she ended up a guilty two-dress bride, I should probably trust her on this one. But I'm not. Instead, I'm willfully singling la-la-la with my fingers in my ears because this weekend I'm going to try on this modern, white, non-poofy dress with an interesting silhouette and flattering cut. Even though I'm not tied to the white wedding dress idea, this is definitely a white dress I can get behind and a price I can find a way to afford. And because it's a designer sample, there's only one, so it's a use-it-or-lose-it situation.
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Part of me really hopes I don't like it on, just so I can put the silliness aside. I've been doubting myself ever since I called the store to set an appointment. What happened to my desire to support independent designers? To wear a re-wearable or pre-loved dress? To eschew the strapless phenomenon? To wear something fun and not just weddingy? To wear something that doesn't need a bustle?
What happened is I saw a designer dress that made me gasp out loud at a price I can manage without giving myself an aneyurism. I can be weddingy but I can also be me in this dress, and that seems to be a hard line to walk here in brideland.
Oh, and for all those of you worried about whether J sees a photo of the dress or not, we've already discussed it and he's already seen the photos. I promised not to show him any photos of me in the dress, all dolled up, but besides that, whatever. It's a dress, not a make-or-break-moment-on-which-the-rest-of-our-marriage-hinges. Sheesh.