I was feeling out of sorts this morning. Y'see, today I had planned to go shopping for my wedding dress, but it occurred to me mere hours before I was supposed to be at the showroom that I should have made sure one of my female friends was available to come with me. Once again, I was proving to be bad at this bride thing. This week's Consumating Question was Where are you headed? I wrote
I'm headed out in about an hour to go try on what I hope will be my wedding dress. It's a bizarre feeling, as I've never even imagined myself being married at all. We weren't going to make a big deal out of it, not because we don't think marriage is a big deal, but because we're more excited about being married to each other than the whole wedding part.
Is it weird that the idea of being married to this boy makes me happier than I've ever thought possible but the idea of being a bride makes me sad?
Dressed in a polka-dotted skirt, black shirt and my favorite shoes (with a dose of melancholy for added measure) I hurried to throw on some makeup before heading out for my 2pm appointment. Dear readers, you may be shocked to read this, but the slackmistress is not a delicate flower. I am not slim or lithe or graceful, I am not naturally rosy nor apple-cheeked. And as my Eastern European Ancestry dictates, I am not hairless. I had no forehead when I was born, instead, from my eyebrows (which grew in straight and bushy) back to what should have been my hairline, I was covered in what could only be called fur. For the most part, it went away, save for a wee bit on the outer edge of my eyebrow. As the hair is fine, I normally just take a razor to it. Which I've done a thousand times.
Except today, I shaved off half of my eyebrow.
The plus is that it'll grow back within the week, but now I was one friend and half an eyebrow short to go shopping for a dress.
Thank dog for eyebrow pencils.
With Daisy in her crate and my heels that I planned to wear tucked into a bag, I hopped in my car and pointed it toward downtown. Traffic was terrible and I was nearly thirty minutes late. Yvette, who I had emailed with, was extremely kind but we were all wilting a bit form the heat. I reminded her about the dress that I was interested in, and she brought it out.
It had been the first thing that caught my eye when I started looking for dresses, and the one that I kept coming back to. As she took the plastic sheet off the dress, my heart dropped.
It looked...eh.
It wasn't satin, as I had thought, but the lightest of stretchy velvet. The hemline didn't swoop, it just sort of hung. I thanked her, took the hanger, and struggled out of my clothes in the tiny dressing room. The bra I was wearing was all wrong and I wasn't wearing any sort of pantyhose or tights. I'm such a moron, I though as I slipped the dress over my head, strapped on my heels, and pulled aside the privacy curtain. I didn't even bother to look at myself in the mirror.
Weren't you talking about getting a custom dress? one of the women asked me.
Yup, that was me.
I think you've already got it.
She zipped me up the last little bit and I turned to look at myself in the mirror.
Okay, maybe I wasn't too bad at this after all.
A few notes about the dress and the picture:
- They say it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding. Call me crazy, but I think things like communication, honesty, and copious amounts of sex are better predictors of how this whole thing's gonna work.
- Yes, I'm wearing black for my wedding. If you are so old-fashioned to think that's inappropriate, I should suggest that if we're operating under such antiquated rules, I shouldn't be allowed to wear white at my wedding.
- The reason it looks huge in the boobal area is that it's unzipped in back. I was about to take it off and then remembered that I had brought my camera.
- While this was the first I tried on, I did check out a few more just to be suresure. And I bought another dress just for fun. SlackMom and SlackDad have been extremely generous and I didn't want to take advantage of that, but I was assured by SlackMom that at $230 (total for both), I'm still running a total wedding dress bargain.
