Excuse me a moment. hive:
Oh hive, do you remember my dress inspiration?
Alcanar by Pronovias
The thing I LOVED about this dress was the layers and layers of tulle. I dreamed about that flowy tulle.
Well, if you remember, I trusted a local seamstress to make my dress. I saw it evolve through my appointments, pinpointing things I didn’t like, feeling pushy and bratty every time I pointed something or asked her to change something.
Three weeks ago I had a dress fitting. I left Marisol’s shop feeling very sad. I was so sad I didn’t feel like blogging about it. The thing is, I didn’t love my dress. It was nice, it was unfinished but I could tell it was going to be very beautiful, but I didn’t see that sea of tulle I was dreaming about. I didn’t see my dream dress.
Being fair, it was part my fault. I was not specific enough. My seamstress asked specifically if I wanted four layers of tulle and I said yes and didn’t say anything about it in the first appointment. Silly girl, I know, but the thing is I felt bratty and high-maintenance when I pointing at something specific, which is ridiculous since I’m paying for this.
I spent the next two weeks dreading my next appointment, thinking about getting married in a less-than-dreamy dress, and thinking in a decade I wouldn’t look back to my wedding day and think I looked gorgeous.
by Ana Von Rebeur via Lifepulp
How lame is that, hive? I write that now and I feel ridiculous. I liked the dress, why would I have to LOVE it? As Miss Sword said just weeks ago, why do we feel pressured to love our wedding dress? Isn’t it enough that we like it? Isn’t it enough that we think it’s beautiful and we look great on it? And I looked great in it, hive. It gives me a fabulous waistline I didn’t know was possible.
So, after days of pathetic sulking (so pathetic I’m glad I didn’t talk about it with anyone else), I realized it didn’t matter, the dress is beautiful and it looks great on me (you’ll have to take my word for it, or at least play along). Mr. Toadstool won’t care it’s not a flowy ball gown (he doesn’t even know what a ball gown is), and our guests will not know it is not my exact dream dress.
So now my dress is an almost-A-line gown and it’s BEAUTIFUL.
Did you have any dress regret? Did you end up with a dress that was not your “dream dress”?