Weddingbee Blog

So a couple of weeks ago, I got the call. The fateful call where the woman you haven’t seen for nine months (in my case) contacts you out of the blue. The call to say my dress was in.

What’s funny is that I totally didn’t see what happened next coming. You’d think I would have, but I didn’t. The dress coming in is exciting, right? I mean, I finally would be able to go and try on this thing I shopped so hard for last year. It’s my dress!

I bet you know what happened next. I panicked. Oh yes, I became completely obsessed with what could happen. I’ve lost weight…what if the dress is so big it just falls off of me? (After 11 pounds? Really? A bride’s mind is not always a sane mind.) Or worse! What if it won’t zip up at all? I mean, what if I paid extra for the big-girl size, and the thing still won’t zip up? Will I have to crash diet? Can it be let out? Panic at the disco!

Well, dearest hive, I’m here to tell you none of those things happened. It zipped up easily and stayed where it belonged. There is a little bit of room in it and it needs alterations, but it is just fine. Everything is going to be fine.

What’s that, you say? How did it look? Yes, of course, I took pictures!

So down the business now. The top of the dress is hitting too high on me, so I’ll have to have it cut down a bit. Also, I’ll be getting an extra crinoline because it’s not fluffy enough for me. And by the time I hit my first fitting (scheduled for next month—how time flies!) it will definitely need to be taken in more. And yes, it’s too long…I’m standing on a pedestal in that picture.

But seriously? It’s going to be OK. And now I have my very own non-sample dress! It’s all starting to feel so real.

Did you panic over the thought of trying on your dress for the first time, or am I just that much weirder than I thought?