Wedding Blog

A few weeks ago, I trekked to New Orleans for a weekend with one of my bridesmaids. The weekend was supposed to be my bachelorette extravaganza, but no one came. We spent the weekend shopping and catching up. I also got to meet Miss Ballet Flat!

While we were there, I absolutely had to hit up my favorite store, Trashy Diva. Yes, they have a brick and mortar in the Quarter. I didn’t intend on spending any money there. I really just wanted to be able to say I’d visited the place! It was wonderful. Small, but fantastic. There were all the dresses I’ve been lusting after for more than a year. Even my friend was enamored with the place. It was really exciting just to be there and see what some of the dresses looked like in person.

In the back corner there was a sale rack. I love sale racks. And, lo and behold, there was ivory dress (a color which is severely lacking on the website) on that sale rack. I pawed through, in hopes of finding a dress my mom could wear to the wedding. There was one there, in the ’40s fashion, in my mom’s size. I decided to splurge and buy it for her, but not before I put it on to make sure it fit me if she didn’t like it. It really fit me quite well, so I knew we would have to do some altering for mom to be able to wear it. The original price on the dress is $248, which is far more than I would ever pay for a simple sheath dress (with no lining, at that). But it was marked down to $62! Sold!

I immediately called mom and told her I bought her a dress. She wasn’t quiet as excited as I was, which is par for the course, since I get overly-excited. But nevertheless, excited. I carried it home proudly and took it straight to Mom to try it on.

It really didn’t look very good on her.

The problems were two-fold. It was huge on her, and would have needed more altering than we really wanted to do. And she didn’t like the idea of wearing ivory when I’m wearing champagne.

So, reeking of failure, I carried my little vintage treasure home and hung it in the closet for a rainy day.

Here I had this beautiful dress that was wonderfully bridal. I already had my rehearsal dress and shower dress. What was I going to do with this thing?

Then I got to thinking, on a completely different train of thought, that Mr. CC was going to have a hard time getting me out of my dress after the reception. And if he did manage, what is under that thing is not exactly sexy or romantic. Yuck. And I surely can’t get myself out of my dress.

And this was the point at which the two dresses collided and a getaway dress was born.

Not a cute face… and pardon my ponytail… I worked all day!

I’m so excited about this new development! Sometime after the bouquet and garter toss (yep, we’re doing that!) me and my posse will head upstairs for a quick change-a-roo and a last goodbye. Then Mr. CC will whisk me off to our wedding night suite in our secret getaway car (secret to me, anyway) in this fantastic vintage dress. I will definitely have to put my heels back on to run away in this dress. The skirt is extraordinarily long and makes me look shorter than I already am. I probably should have thrown them on to take these pics, sorry.

The mister thinks I look like my mom here…

Are you wearing a getaway dress? Where did you find it?