well.. not yet, but i'm well on my way!
last weekend my mom and bridesmaid serina accompanied me to my first bridal appointment (actually, it was a first for everyone), which we almost didn't make due to langley's confusing roads (there are three 88 avenues... guess how many tries it took to get on the right one?), an unpleasant gesture from a woman with a mullet in a white pick up truck and a one way road back on to the highway, which lead us all the way up near abbotsford before we could turn back around.
minus the harrowing commute, the appointment was off to a good start. let me just say though, clicking through pictures of wedding dresses is most definitely not the same as physically trying them on.. those things are heavy and induce quite a significant amount of sweat. and i'm not talking about a mild mist across my forehead either, i'm talking back-turned-into-a-slip-n-slide sweaty (all you future brides out there, think twice before you rush to a sample sale)!
ok so minus our harrowing commute and minus the intense perspiration, fun times really were had, i'm telling you! but it was hard to find a dress that didn't have boob shields.. and by boob shields i mean boning in the chest area that makes you want to knock on them and entertain the crowd with lame knock knock jokes. just kidding, knock knock jokes aren't lame, they're awesome!
so minus our harrowing commute and minus the intense perspiration and minus the boob shields, it was a very valuable experience in that i was able to try on many different styles and figure out what worked for me.. once we got to a dress that all of us could agree on, our wonderful sales associate amanda decided to add some bling (if you're a fan of tlc's say yes to the dress), or jack it up (if you're a fan of syttd: atlanta) by adding a glittery belt and finally... a veil. the second most important aspect of a bride's attire. a simple piece of tulle that inexplicably turns a white dress into a wedding dress. amanda gingerly placed the veil in my hair, took a step back, beamed at my entourage before looking back at me and breathlessly asked,
"so what do you think??"
i took a long, hard look at myself. i studied the light veil that cascaded down the bottom half of my head and stopped delicately at my shoulders. i assessed the contrast of the tulle against the beautiful lace detail of the dress i had on. then i realized i had what resembled a cloud sitting on my head and aptly replied,
"i feel stupid."
so minus our harrowing commute and minus the intense perspiration and minus the boob shields and minus the stupid cloud on my head, the fun times really, truly began when i got out of my dresses and my mom and serina started getting into theirs. beautiful, flowy, ethereal chiffon gowns in dove greys, muted pinks and nudes. they looked so pretty and i couldn't help but feel proud at how gosh darn amazing they were going to look on our wedding day.
that was fun. minus nothing.