Weddingbee Blog

Maybe hate is a strong term, but it wasn’t the dress. The problem of course is that it was the dress my mother had paid for already. Problem.

Last week I went back to Mark Ingram, the bridal salon where I ordered my wedding dress, to be re-measured for my dress (I needed to lose a little weight so that they could order a smaller size). I asked if I could try on the sample again and take a picture. One hour photo later and…well … it just wasn’t it.

I posted pictures on theknot. Asked friends. Some thought it looked great (well, considering that it was 3 sizes too small). Others tried to pinpoint what wasn’t quite right. The sash too thick? The skirt too poofy? My friend Maria hit the nail on the head - my best assets are my arms and my boobs and the dress was hiding both.

Luckily while the fabric had been ordered, because Mark Ingram was waiting for me to lose the weight - they had not given Monique Lhiullier a size yet. So I got to pick a different lace top that better suited my assets.

I went back with my best friend and maid of honor and we both quickly decided that the Jacqueline - the original top that I had picked out way back in the spring (pictured below) was best. Plus we are going to make the sash a little thinner and I will wear the dress with just a bustier underneath - no camisole - so that more of the lace will show (still not as much lace as is showing on the runway picture. She has nothing on underneath and without airbrushing, it would be indecent exposure

Problem resolved.

The new (original) the dress.

Thankfully, no longer the dress.