Once my bridesmaids and Momma Thimble were dressed and ready, all hands were on deck to help me into my dress and to share the big, (fluffy), wonderful, highly anticipated moment when I became a bride.
NY MoH helped me get my dress down from its hanging place. No one was too keen on me standing on a chair to get it, but I can be pretty stubborn.
All my accessories were ready to go: my J.Crew shoes, my DIY garters, my wedding day scent (I didn’t stray too far from my usual Burberry Brit—it was a limited edition slightly lighter version of the original, and I found my jewelry on a lunch break at Macy’s).
My mother had the honor (hehe) of zipping me up and starting the buttoning process.
But she soon passed the tedious task on to LA MoH.
I asked David’s Bridal to add the buttons to the back of the dress. But I had to add the loops to hold them closed myself. At my fitting, the weight of the faux buttons was pulling open the dress closure and showing off the zipper, and apparently they couldn’t fix that. Hmm. Some satin rat tail ribbon solved the problem.
Please excuse the ole bra-on-the-table scene in the background. That’s what happens when you get changed in front of everyone, gym class-style, in the dining room for the sake of good lighting.
Once I was buttoned up, I needed help with my garter and shoes. I always used to wonder why brides wouldn’t put those on first so no one had to burrow up under the dress. But alas, the gym class quick change failed me here, too. And my bride brain. Or was it my secret longing for pics like these:
(Oh, that’s just my mom giving my boobs the finger. Can someone put this one me?)
LA MoH tried to stay calm while my unwieldy veil tried to swallow her.
Realizing we’d better save the veil for later, I slipped into my bolero and I was ready to go!
All pictures by Lorraine Daley Wedding Photography.
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