Tonight, by chance, I bought my wedding dress.
Yep. You read that right.
This afternoon, I finished the skirt of the dress I was knitting. (More than a year, and not even a bodice yet.) I held it up, and knew. Then I tried it on, and knew it even more. Just not Right. Sure, it was cute. It looked hand-knitted, and god knows that’s a good thing, usually. Okay?
But maybe not in a wedding dress. Or maybe not in MY wedding dress.
I still hadn’t given the idea up, not yet. My sister Christy and I went shopping — I needed shoes for the big day. We looked and didn’t find anything. We wandered into the dresses, browsing. We called our other sister Bethany, who had had a terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad day, and told her to meet us. Bethany found us in the dresses, flinging fabric over our arms, giddy with sequin-lust. Just having fun. A lark. We brought piles of dresses into the fitting rooms and starting trying things on.
The first dress. Oh, my god. Awesome. Fun. Retro. A dress I could wear again to a fancy party.
The second dress. How do I get INTO this thing? A costume fitter, who happened to be helping her friend try on dresses, got me zipped up, and bam. Holy cow. I looked like a bride-bride. Princess neck, gold details, full floor length skirt.
Just having fun. These are inexpensive dresses, by the way. Off the rack. Not in the fancy-schmancy section, just out on the dress racks.
Then I tried on The One. Know what I did when I got it zipped up? Laughed my ass off. I felt like the top part of the wedding cake, that fancy piece that you’re supposed to keep. I glanced in the mirror, howled, and went to show my sisters. The costume designer said, "Oh! That’s my favorite." I said, "Are you kidding me?" Then Bethany gasped. I took a real look, for the first time.
Yes, it’s the kind of dress that makes me feel like a bride. I have no idea why I fought that for so long. I’m getting MARRIED. It’s good to look like a bride. It’s definitely unique, and vintage-looking, and it looks like me, but it’s still a wedding dress. You couldn’t wear this to the opera and call it fancy. Nope. This is a dress to dance the first dance in. You know? I won’t describe it, because I’m not going to show Lala until the day itself (although we’ll see each other that day — non-traditional that way), but suffice it to say that it’s a vavoom dress. Lots of vavoom. Lala likes my voom.
And now I don’t have to hurry up to finish the knitted dress! I know I will finish the knitted dress, because we’ll have a wedding for it eventually (we want to get married in every country that legalizes gay marriage — we’re up to five on our list now). But there’s no hurry, and less stress, and I’m so relieved. I just wasn’t sure, and I want to be SURE on the big day that I look like a million in-love dollars, and this dress will make sure of that.
I’m pretty damn thrilled. Here’s a peek:
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