Weddingbee Blog

If you are still following along the DWess saga after that last lengthy, photo-less (but nonetheless riveting ) installment recounting my shopping adventures, congratulations! Your perseverance will be rewarded, I promise.

I still find it hard to believe that I found two honest-to-blog contenders for THE dress on my second try. Well, first real try, really. I’m in shock, actually, because I’ve been told I can be a very picky person (I prefer to think of it as ‘knowing what I want’, of course). But also because the two contenders were both quite different from each other.

And here is where, if your name is Mr Sea Breeze, and if you know what’s good for you, you will STEP AW-A-A-A-Y from the computer. No peeking allowed!!

If you will recall, I was torn between these two dresses. It was terrible.

I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. And when called upon to make a decision, I flipped out. (I don’t know I don’t know I DON’T KNOW IF I WANT CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA CAN YOU PLEASE JUST PICK THE DAMN ICE CREAM BECAUSE I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS!)

Just kidding. It wasn’t that bad. But it was bad enough for me to call in reinforcements.

In flew bridesmaid Miss P from Calgary to save the day, and my sanity.

We consulted the bottom of our martini glasses…

… and even asked Santa for advice…

… but until I finally put them on one more time, we would never know.

We went back to Bridal Row and into Sposa Wedding World. It pains me to tell you that I actually *did* take photos (sneakily… in the yellow lights of the fitting room while Miss P distracted the sales girl) but I accidentally deleted them. I know, I’m awful.

Here’s a picture from the Pronovias website:

Mmm… silk… swooshy… decadent… elegant. I could have stood there self-consciously adjusting the skirt so it would fall just so for hours. When I got it just right, it was picture-perfect. As I was doing just that, a group of girls actually came into the store to tell me they were walking by outside and saw me through the window, and had to come in and tell me they loved the dress. How do you argue with that?

Then it was on to see the second contender at Lisa’s Bridal. And just so we’re not comparing apples to oranges, here’s a model-y picture of that one too:

(Though this picture doesn’t do it justice—imagine it sans crinoline, i.e. without the skirt sticking out all awkward-like.)

And rather than stand there adjusting the skirt, I pranced and paraded and spinned around the room with a big loopy grin plastered all over my face. And all the ladies and girls in the room turned to look, and not just because I was being a big, huge dork either. They all loved it too and insisted it did indeed look fabulous.

Miss P just sat there looking at me.

“Well, it’s pretty obvious which one it should be,” she said.

“It is?” I asked, biting my lip. “How can you be so sure? They’re both so beautiful.”

“But in this one,” she said, pointing at me and my loopy grin, “you’re just so… YOU.”

I had found my dress.

And guess what? Turns out one photo that I sneaked in the fitting room that day survived my file purge:

And here it is on my first fitting last week:

What do you think? Love it or hate it?

How did you know that your dress was The One?