Last Friday after work as I turned to get on I-40 East, I realized it would be a long and slow drive considering I-40 resembled more of a parking lot than an interstate. So naturally, I decided to exit immediately and headed to the nearest bridal boutique to try on wedding dresses.
In just a matter of minutes I was fitted and standing in a dressing room with a woman I didn’t know wearing only a strapless bra that didn’t belong to me and a slip. It was a little weird at first. But I quickly forgot about my modesty once this stranger lady helped me into the first wedding dress I had to try on. I immediately stepped out of the room and looked at the mirror and felt…disappointed.
All I could say was “WAY too big.”
It wasn’t at all what I wanted and I jumped out of it (with the aide of my new stranger-lady-friend-who-has-seen-me-half-naked) and quickly readied myself for the next dress.
The next dress was a style that I just wanted to “try”. It is very untraditional and somewhat trendy. I thought it was cute though and worth a shot… so I put it on and headed out to take a look-see.
Once I stepped out and saw myself standing in the mirror in a wedding dress, all I could think was “wow”. It was surreal. I couldn’t tell right away if I was taken back by the dress itself or by me just being in a wedding dress. As soon as I walked out a lady and her two young daughters came around the corner and the girls’ faces both lit up when they saw me.
They both said “Mommy, look! A bride, a real bride!”
It was so cute and such an affirmation for me. I just smiled at them, but I wanted to squeal back “I know!!! Can you believe it!?”
So I stared at myself for a while and let the consultant bring me the brightest pair of high heels that she could find (a pretty shade of pink called Watermelon). I loved what I was seeing in the mirror, but there was only one thing missing…my handsome groom!
The only person in the entire world that I wanted to see me in that very dress at that very moment was my Tar Heel. Sure, it would have been nice to have my mom there and Mama Kay, but I couldn’t help but think about only one person. I sent a text to the Tar Heel saying “I couldn’t help myself. I tried on a wedding dress and felt like such a bride. I just wanted you to see me SO much!” And he sent back:
“I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle…I know you’ll be the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth, I love you so so much and I can’t tell you how excited I am to be together forever.”
I got so giddy and happy I could hardly contain myself. I decided to leave the dress there for now. I am scared to buy the 2nd dress I ever tried on, but I cannot find anything else out there (online at least) that I even want to try on. I am dreaming about myself in this dress! And the great part? I’ve been saving pictures I like of weddings, dresses and hair styles for about a year now. I found out this week that one of the weddings I saved all the photos from had this awesome wedding dress in them… it’s the same dress I tried on and fell in love with last Friday. I decided to make an appointment for the end of August which gives me time to try on other dresses. Next time I plan to bring my mom, Mama Kay, and whoever else I can coerce into coming to see my potential dress as well. :)
What do you think, is it too soon to be in love after trying on just 2 dresses?