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…So the next morning after debating with myself all night, I told my mom that I thought I’d made the wrong decision. At 8:20am the very next morning I called the dress shop and left a message saying that I thought I’d made the wrong decision, I knew she was going to order it that morning so I begged her to hold off. I called her 4 more times through out the morning. My dad called her. But no answer. I remembered that she was taking that day off, but I thought she’d check her messages. She didn’t.

In the meantime, mom and I had 1 more day to find my REAL dress. We had an appointment at a dress shop close to home to look at a Kristina Eaton Veil, which was OMG gorgeous online, but kind of not so pretty in person. But it was at that dress shop that I found “the ONE!” the REAL the one. I’d tried it on in Birmingham and it made me cry… even though at the time I didn’t even think it was even in the running. So I got measured. And mom wrote a check for half the amount and we left. With another dress.

So I owned half of two dresses. From two different stores. In two different states. I called my dad to tell him the “good news”. He wasn’t as happy as I was. He recommended that we put a stop payment on the first check. So we did. And we called the first shop about 12 more times. When we got home we noticed on the first contract that it said ‘NO REFUNDS. NO EXCHANGES’. I thought we were in big trouble. I thought for sure we’d end up in prison and I had terrifying visions that my “wedding night” would have to be a conjugal visit at the county jail. My parents were sure that they’d get sued. I was sure that I’d get disowned. It was a tad on the tense side.

Thankfully, early the next morning the first dress lady called us back. She was able to cancel the order. She wasn’t happy that we’d put a stop payment on the check, but she didn’t yell at me or call me names, or throw us in jail or sue us so I was grateful. She was really a wonderful woman. Her shop is Elegant Brides in Edwardsville, Illinois.  She was insightful, professional, and flexible. She had beautiful gowns and a beautiful store and I’m a little dissappointed that we weren’t able to get “the one” from her.

Anyway, I’d obviously like to keep THE DRESS a bit of a secret… but it COULD BE one of these dresses…. Ps. Why can’t we wear fuscia wedding dresses?? White looks awful on me. AWFUL. I mean, if a white shirt was all I had in my closet, I’d rather walk around nekked than wear it. It. Looks. Awful.

After a whirlwind trip home for Christmas/wedding planning (let’s be honest here, it was really WEDDING PLANNING/Christmas… are screwed priorities a symptom of bridezilla-ism??) we have….

Centerpieces
Flowers
Bridesmaids dresses
A Wedding gown
and
A Wedding gown.

Yes. Two wedding gowns. TWO wedding gowns.  As a result of a hasty decision that I’m afraid my father will be talking about until he’s 92, we purchased a wedding gown. And then another wedding gown.

I arrived in town on Friday. We shopped on Saturday and Sunday. I knew I had until Wednesday to find “the dress” or else it would be too late to order one. It was Monday. We found one that was beautiful. It had many of the things that were on my priority list.  I didn’t get “that” feeling, but I could tell that it was a beautiful and flattering dress. One I could be proud to be married in. My mom loved it. So I told her that it must be “the one”. So I got measured. My mom wrote a check for half of the amount and we left. With a dress. My mom was happy. I didn’t really feel… anything.

I called J when we got home and told him that we got a dress and that it was very pretty but I felt like I had to settle. I cried. And then I didn’t sleep at all that night. I just kept thinking about how it was a lovely dress, but I didn’t feel like it was MY dress. I debated with myself about what “the one” meant, if the “one” was the one you ended up with or if there was really truly a dress out there that was meant for me. I debated with whether or not I burden my mom with my lack of certainty or if I should just suck it up and get married in the perfectly fine and beautiful dress…

TO BE CONTINUED…