To those asking, I bought the dress at Macy’s. Off the rack, yo. I was just trying on back-up dresses! And then I found it. Yup.
Then I bought a veil at Lacis. (Go look at that site, really. Vintage lace shop in Berkeley, exTREMEly cool.) They had me put on my dress in their dressing room at the front of the old wooden shop, and then I traipsed over the floors in my dress through two rooms to get to the bride’s room, where all the veils were. People said, "Look! A bride!" and moved of the way. Really, they said that. The women at Lacis loved the dress, and I’m thinkin’ it takes quite a bit to make the vintage-specialists oooohh-ah over a dress.
I tried on veils. Mantillas. Long lacy ones, short sheer ones. I looked in the mirror at me, a bride. A real bride. I never really wanted this. I never pictured myself married, really, let married in white. A hand-knitted skirt or a red cocktail dress would have been good enough. Yesterday, when I called Lala to tell her I’d accidentally found my wedding dress, and that I felt like it was really bride-like, and did she think I was compromising my ideas, she said, "No! Good! You’re getting married! That’s the way it should be."
She’s relieved, too. I guess she’d been a bit worried about my sanity and sleep pattern with the dress-deadline looming. Boy, am I relieved, too. But I prolly WILL make at least a scarf/shawl-like thing. MUST have something I’ve made, right?
I found the shoes, too. Best heel in the world, and they have cameos on them! Cameos surrounded by rhinestones! Ridiculously, so far over-the-top sweet. Bride-ish. Sigh…..
I’m glad I won’t be bride-giddy like this for much longer. Three weeks is about all I can handle. But it’s intense, and fun, and romantic, and rather all-consuming. I’m so GLAD I refused to think about the wedding until the first of this month.
We got our first gift off our registry! (Target, under Rachael Herron, since a couple of people have asked.) A toaster! A red toaster! We were very, very, very excited. Never knew I could feel like that about a toaster. Thank you, Sara. We love it, and I love that you can tell it the bread is frozen. That’s cool.
We also have the red coffee-maker which we bought ourselves, and just got the red microwave from sister Bethany. Lala is a widow, so that necessarily means she’s been married before. She was registered then, too, and she brought into our relationship not only music and cute little dogs but really great cookware, so we don’t need things like forks and heavy-duty pans. But dude, red appliances. Those were fun to register for.
See? All-consuming. I’m enjoying every minute of this, but when it’s all over, I will sit on the couch and knit and catch up on the L-Word and Lost. And I will be married. We will be married. In California, unlawfully, in Canada, legally, and in our hearts, happily.
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