Wedding: Planning the ceremony
‘m getting married in June. I’ve been trying to plan and do as much as I can by myself, on a zero budget. I now have a good idea how much money (shudder) we have to come up with to pay for the wedding we want. I’m trying to figure out a way to get it together. Rick will pull extra work, I could take on a part-time or teach singing or computers or something. I’m looking for my window.
Last week, Rick went into A Touch of Elegance to see if they had a tux he’d like. He found one, the one he wanted and the one I see him in. And he ordered it. He’s going in tomorrow to try it on. His best man is going with him so HE can pick out a tux.
We both went in Saturday. The kids came, too. Rick started telling me to pick out a dress. He’s been on my butt about it for weeks. I have a picture of exactly what I want, but it’s a one of a kind designer gown some young starlet I can’t identify is wearing on the red carpet in a picture in Vogue. I’ve had it pinned to my bathroom wall, next to the mirror, for months. I know how I want my hair and exactly what kind of shoes I want. I just have to find them. I want a specific shoe and I don’t know if any even exist, I just have a picture in my head that I could draw, but then what?
A family friend offered to make me a dress. I told her I have a picture. She said no, she needs a pattern. For a one of a kind designer gown? Ha ha. I NEED a designer.
I’ve spent days (yes, literally full days, from morning coffee to midnight) looking at pages after page of dresses at online bridal shops. I found amazing unique gowns, gold gowns and short gowns and gowns with cathedral trains, gowns with bows and pearls and way too many layers of crinoline. I’ve looked at $99 dresses and $50,000 dresses. Mostly a lot of strapless gowns, which seems to be THE style this spring. And I haven’t found anything like THE gown.
So Saturday at the shop we picked out our invitations. Whew. I found ones we both like that actually mean something special to us. When I get them, I’ll scan one and put up on my page.
I was thinking about flower girl dresses and suits for the boys and our cake and our photographer. The ladies were directing me to decorations and then came the dreaded words: “Honey, forget all that other stuff. First things first… you need a dress!” Yikes. I’ve been caught. Well, at least I don’t have to look at any more balloon sculptures. I’m allergic to latex, so they’re out of the question anyway. But come on! Balloons? No freakin’ way! Flowers and candles and bows, I can do.
I thought, well, maybe they have a dress close to what I want. So, I allowed the ladies to take me to the table with the big book on it.
One lady had to leave to help another bride. The other asked me if I had an idea of what I wanted. I said, “Nothing strapless.” She laughed. I told her I want a short dress. (I do, I have since I saw the November Rain video. I kind of look like Stephanie Seymour, and she had that short gown with the cathedral train.) She confirmed that yes, I can my dress hemmed to any length I want.
After about two hours, I picked out four dresses to come back and try on. And I picked my style veil.
I got home though, and saw the picture of the dress I want on my wall and I just got this overwhelming desire, yet again, to be in THAT dress.
So I’m going in Thursday to try things on. I’m not even sure I should bother. They’re all beautiful, and I would look and feel beautiful in them, but none of them are even remotely close to MY dress. Trillium is going with me. I’m also taking the picture.
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