When I told my friends that I was getting married, they were so excited. More excited than me, if that’s even possible. They wanted to plan my whole wedding that same week.
I love them and their excitement.
So it was pretty self-explanatory when I found myself, and my lovely bridesmaids, at a bridal salon, looking for a wedding dress a week and a half later.
I have to admit, it was so fun trying on all the different styles, and seeing which ones the girls and I liked better. I loved that it was all about me, I loved that I was putting on a little fashion show, and I loved all the different reactions from the girls.
I don’t regret going to the bridal salon that day, what I regret is saying yes to the dress after only trying on like 8 different dresses!
I remember going in there, not knowing what I wanted (although I secretly kinda did), trying on a handful of different styles and as soon as I heard, “Oh my god, I love the way that one looks on you!” by all of the girls, I just felt like I had to get it.
And so I did. I bought the damn dress. And it wasn’t even close to the one I secretly knew I wanted. Opposite even!
I remember leaving the bridal store, not even satisfied. Why did I say yes?! Why? WHY!?
I think I did it because I felt so overwhelmed with it all, I felt overwhelmed and when I had tried on the style that I secretly knew I wanted, it didn’t look right on me. So I just axed the idea of that style altogether. But I had only tried one dress in that style. I’m obviously crazy.
I shouldn’t have bought it. I should’ve said, “yes, I do like this dress, but I’m not 100 percent positive, so I’m gonna go home, think about it, and I’ll come back.”
I guess maybe I thought that since I had gone there and spent a couple of hours, I had to make up my mind right then and there?
I don’t know what it was exactly, but I do know that after that day, I still found myself looking online at different wedding dresses and looking back at a picture of my own and still not getting those butterflies.
Fast forward to last week, when my friend, Steph, was over. Steph is obsessed with everything wedding so every time she comes over, it’s all we talk about. We talk, we pin, we plan, I love it and I love how excited she is for our (mine, hers, and Dominic’s, duh) wedding. So, we were talking, and all of a sudden I show her this dress, that I kinda really love, and she says “why are you looking at dresses? You have one. What’s wrong?” And so I tell her that I’m not sure that I like my dress anymore but that I feel so terrible (even though I know now that only I’M going to be the one wearing it, so I guess I should kinda love it……..) and that I don’t know what to do.
We come up with a plan to secretly go try on this dress at the bridal salon the next day, without anyone knowing besides me, her, Carly, and Olivia.
When we get there, I show the lady a picture of the dress and naturally, they don’t have it.
“But I can show you a few that resemble that picture that I think you’ll love.”
And so we stayed and I tried on three dresses. I loved the first one so much, but I learned my lesson and tried on the other two.
I still came back to the first one.
It was perfect, it was the exact style that I secretly knew I wanted, and after I tried on the veil and looked at myself in the mirror, I cried.
And then I knew.
This is how I was supposed to feel. Happy. Speechless. Over the freakin’ moon.
And I pretty much was all of those things. All three of us were. And even more than that, Olivia hugged me the first time I put it on, and the last time. She didn’t hug me when I had the other 2 on. It was a sign, or at least that’s how I took it.
And the people there were SO NICE about the exchange. I was so nervous and they kept reassuring me that it was my day and that my happiness was all that mattered. LOVE.
After we left the salon, I felt a certain calmness. And guess what else? I haven’t looked at another dress other than my own since then.
My advice to you brides to be is simple: Do. Not. Rush. Anything. If you’re not sure, don’t do it! More than likely, you are gonna have more than enough time and since it is your day, you need to feel nothing short of happiness.
After that day, I feel like everything else has gone into place. And everyone who I’ve showed the dress to (which is not many!) has said how beautiful it was. Including my grandmother and Nancy, my two toughest judges.
I cannot wait to see what Dominic thinks of the dress. I cannot wait for our wedding, I cannot wait to be married.
Only 144 more days to go!
P.S. I refferred to it as ‘the style I secretly knew I wanted’ because Dominic reads my blog sometimes and I don’t want him to know any details at all!
I’ve already put it on my IG, but I’ll put it on here, too: We’ve been using Johnson and Johnson baby wash since Olivia has been born. I love how good it smells and it’s obviously not very pricey. Unfortunately, Olivia seems to be getting some kind of reaction to it lately, so we’re going to try something else that’s a little more natural. What bath products do you mamas use and know and love??