I must admit, I have been the victim of Dress Envy. Seeing women posting their dresses on the wedding forums at times made me yearn to dive back into an ocean of soft tulle, shining satin, luscious lace, and tafftastic taffeta. I longed to feel the wondrous swish of silk as it glided across my warm cheek. And ultimately, I questioned my love for my dress. Was it really "the One"? Was this the dress that I could see myself getting married in? Did I want to keep looking?
This past Saturday, I accompanied the glorious Miss Robin as she went wedding dress shopping and after the fact these feelings flew back at me. She found her dress, (which looks absolutely stunning on her and at an equally stunning price) and as I happily helped her search through the racks, zipped her up, and adjusted the various trains it brought back memories of my own dress shopping experience (the agonizing, the wondering, the promises of weight loss, the bargaining) and more importantly, when I found The One (eureka).
I didn't have the thunderbolt moment (I think I've blogged about that before...or maybe I haven't, I don't remember....is that bad?). It was more that I could see myself standing next to Josh wearing the dress. I felt like ME in it. And suddenly I realized that I couldn't wait to put it on again. Heck, I couldn't wait to SEE it again.
I went to visit it on Sunday. Mom brought it out and opened it up, and all I could do was pet it gently and mutter "so pretty....so very, very pretty...."
Oh yes. A sure sign that my dress is The One.
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