For the benefit of my more recent readers, almost two years ago now my fiance ended our relationship of 8 years. It was three months before the wedding, and as such the most part was organised. One organised element was my dress, which had been found and ordered, and which I really couldn’t, at the time, face picking up or seeing or – well really face at all.
So, my wonderful friend Nat collected it for me, wrapped it up safe and warm in an old duvet cover and deposited it in her spare room wardrobe. And there it stayed until this week.
Nat’s spare room is now Nat’s office. The wardrobe is no more. So, on Wednesday night, the dress arrived at mine.
And it is still the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. Last night I hung it on the outside of my wardrobe (I haven’t yet worked out where to store it…) and I couldn’t stop looking at it. The detail, the beading, the lace – everything about it is exquisite. It’s not white, or even ivory (I am too pale for either colour) but a soft, warm light gold that practically glows. I’m so excited about potentially wearing it one day!
Natalie joked about me trying it on, about me lacing myself into it and sitting in front of the telly with a beer a la Friends, but there’s no way. I chose this baby out of the hundreds in the shops, the dozens I tried on, out of dress after dress that was slipped over my head and laced tightly by multiple shop-assistant hands. (FYI, if you’re self-conscious at all about your body, wedding dress shopping will either make or break you. If you can overcome the fear and stand in your bra and knickers in the middle of a boutique while shoppers browse around you and shopgirls pull your boobs into position/stuff your bra with chicken fillets, you can overcome anything!) I tried on more hoops, petticoats, veils and tiaras than in my wildest little-girl-dreams to find this one perfect dress…
I’m keeping this beauty for “best”! 😉