I put on my dress about 15 minutes before we left. I had read that 15 minutes before was the best time to put it on, because it gives you chance to get a few pictures in it, but reduces the likelihood of you sitting down in it, and thus prevents wrinkles.
I got my dress from Blessings Bridal in Brighton. It arrived in July and Karen kept it there until the day before the wedding. The dress is call Betsy and that is all I know about it. Except that it is beautiful, of course.
See this face? This face is the “Ohhhhhh my god I hope it still fits” face. Despite my intentions of eating vegan the week before to get my stomach as flat as possible, I’d done the exact opposite and lived off convenience food because, well, it was convenient.
My mum helped with the gazillion buttons and I could breathe a sigh of relief. But not too much of a breath—I was pretty packed in there!
I think this was the moment the Spice Girls’ “Stop” started playing. I did the dance. In my wedding dress. No shame.
Look at Chief’s face. She’s so proud. She looks like she could cry with happiness. I didn’t suffer from post-wedding-depression. Chief did.
She put in my hair piece and my veil.
Then my dad arrived.
It’s pretty amazing when your dad sees you for the first time, all dressed up. He was the first one to see me in my “finished look.”
I remembered reading Unicyle’s post about her dad not crying and I wondered if I’d have a similar kind of moment. But I was the one who nearly cried.
Seriously, calm yourself down, woman! Waving your hands in front of your face helps keep away the tears.
I LOVE this picture. Chief is either laughing or crying (probably crying), my dad is midway through saying something, and my mum is looking at the camera like “Check out my hat. Isn’t my hat amazing?”
It was amazing.
That was it for me—the moment when I thought Wow, this is really happening. I wonder why there’s so much emotion in one item of clothing?
How did you feel when you put your dress on for the first time?