After a whirlwind morning of hair, makeup, and mimosas, it was finally time to get dressed. My bridesmaids had already slipped into their J.Crew Arabelle dresses (in matisse blue, in case you’re wondering!), so they were on hand to help me out. Bridesmaid Jess, who is blessed with height, held my gown off the floor so I could get it off the hanger.
I had decided at the last minute to skip my torture device (“shaping slip”), which had only gotten tighter and more torturous in the 11 weeks since I had purchased it. Aren’t you supposed to lose weight right before the wedding? Weird. Oh, well.
The girls got to work on zipping me in, and at first everything seemed wonderful. “Yay, I’m being zipped into my wedding dress!” I thought happily. “This is so special and perfect and everything I imagined it would be!”
Unfortunately, we soon found out that the process wouldn’t be all sunshine and rainbows. My zipper was stuck at the waist, and it would. not. budge.
I think this next series of photos is hilarious, because you can see my face going from “Oh, holy shit, I am so walking down the aisle with my dress unzipped” to “Of course I’m walking down the aisle with my dress unzipped! This is me we’re talking about. Clearly, there always has to be some kind of disaster.”
Finally, our male photographer, Eric, returned from photographing the guys over at the hotel, and we immediately put his muscles to use. After just a few moments of tugging, I was in! Hallelujah!
Meanwhile, all my accessories were waiting patiently. My Jimmy Choo “Clue” shoes”¦
My mother’s veil”¦
My bee charm, to remind me of one of the most wonderful parts of my wedding-planning journey (hint: that’s you guys!)”¦
My Lee Angel necklace”¦
And my J.Crew pavé link bracelet”¦
Once my dress was on, we tackled the shoes. First, I attempted to put them on myself.
But my big skirt was making things difficult, so my bridesmaids jumped in to take over.
I doused myself in my favorite perfume, Guerlain Insolence.
I checked my sequined clutch to make sure it was stocked, and the other girls hurried to make last-minute adjustments.
It was about this time when I realized I had forgotten to ask my hairstylist to put my veil in my hair. I had no idea what to do with the thing. Luckily, our photographers were ready to save the day—again. This time, Amber was my savior.
I put on my necklace”¦
Moved my engagement ring to my right hand”¦
Tried unsuccessfully to tame a stubborn piece of hair”¦
And finally, decided to sit down and take a breath.
Mr. Panther would be arriving soon for our first look, and this would be one of my last moments of calm.
For those of you already married, did you run into any mishaps on your wedding morning? How’d you react? Brides-to-be, who will zip you up?
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All photos by Raw Photo Design