I got it!
It’s the wedding dress of my dreams and it’s all mine. I wish I could describe every last detail but you’ll just have to wait until June. What I can say is that I love it so much, I dream about it. It’s a little bit Hollywood glamour, a little bit Saturday night in New York City. It was the very first dress I tried on in the presence of my mother, the ultimate judge in the bridal gown category. So even though I dabbled in a few Chicago-area salons, no dress was a contender until it was viewed by FHPK. From the second I put it on I knew it was the one. It sounds corny, but it’s true. Then those magic words “tall and skinny” rolled off the tongue of an onlooker. Done. That’s all I needed to hear. Ironically, the dress is made by Vera Wang. If you recall it was in a Spring 2007 Vera Wang that I practically suffocated only a few months ago. How about that for a comeback.
Want to know what I did right after the big purchase took place? My mother and I went to Pick A Bagel on 77th and Lex. Talk about the anti-bridal diet. I think it was the combination of being so excited, feeling so guilty that my mother just agreed to pay all this money for a dress I will wear once, and anticipation of having to give up carbs soon enough that made me do it…I ordered an everything bagel with chicken salad. I’ve never tasted anything quite so salty and doughy and yummy. A hefty purchase deserves a hefty lunch I guess. And as I sat at the window counter with my mom, watching all the Upper East Siders scurrying around, we chatted about life and marriage… And how my mother refuses to wear a typical mother of the bride gown. She wants to look hot. Though I assure you for this endeavor there will be no $675 stylist.
I was watching Platinum Weddings the other day and this totally over-the-top bride wore Christian Louboutin heels under her dress. My fiancé is pushing for white Air Jordans. I think I’ll aim for something in between.
We had friends over for dinner the other night (I actually cooked!) and my friend JG glanced at last weekend’s edition of Sunday Styles on my coffee table. “What’s this?” she asked.
“What’s this?!” I replied, completely flabbergasted. “It’s the holy grail of wedding literature, the sports pages for women! How have you never seen the Sunday Styles?!”
With that I proceeded to walk her through Weddings & Celebrations, where in 248 days M and I will god willingly announce our nuptials to the world.
Want to know what I did right after the big purchase took place? My mother and I went to Pick A Bagel on 77th and Lex. Talk about the anti-bridal diet. I think it was the combination of being so excited, feeling so guilty that my mother just agreed to pay all this money for a dress I will wear once, and anticipation of having to give up carbs soon enough that made me do it…I ordered an everything bagel with chicken salad. I’ve never tasted anything quite so salty and doughy and yummy. A hefty purchase deserves a hefty lunch I guess. And as I sat at the window counter with my mom, watching all the Upper East Siders scurrying around, we chatted about life and marriage… And how my mother refuses to wear a typical mother of the bride gown. She wants to look hot. Though I assure you for this endeavor there will be no $675 stylist.
I was watching Platinum Weddings the other day and this totally over-the-top bride wore Christian Louboutin heels under her dress. My fiancé is pushing for white Air Jordans. I think I’ll aim for something in between.
We had friends over for dinner the other night (I actually cooked!) and my friend JG glanced at last weekend’s edition of Sunday Styles on my coffee table. “What’s this?” she asked.
“What’s this?!” I replied, completely flabbergasted. “It’s the holy grail of wedding literature, the sports pages for women! How have you never seen the Sunday Styles?!”
With that I proceeded to walk her through Weddings & Celebrations, where in 248 days M and I will god willingly announce our nuptials to the world.
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