The (First) Dress
I have found the dress. Well, the first dress. My mother has made me promise not to wear my ceremony dress on the road. To ensure that I follow her orders, she has actually kidnapped my dress and driven it to Southern California, where it will remain in her custody until the day of the final ceremony.
This bothered me at first. After all, most of the friends and family that we visit on our road trip will not be attending our final ceremony. But… then it hit me… most of the people at our final ceremony live in California and therefore will not be part of our road trip.
Brilliant! Two dresses are officially mine!
Shopping for Dress #1, was quite possibly the easiest shopping experience in the history of all things bridal. Of course, this is only because I did my dress homework.
You see, I’m no fool. My mother is a woman of discriminating tastes and an ever-so-short short attention span. Taking her to twelve dress shops to try on fifty dresses in one weekend was just not going to work for her. Instead, I treated her to the best of the best- five dresses I loved at Haute Bride and two dresses I coveted at the Sak’s Fifth Avenue Bridal Salon Super Duper Sample Sale.
In the end, Carolina Herrera reigned supreme. The dress freaking rocks. If my dress were human, I’d totally be friends with her. I mean, if she’d have me.
My mom totally rocks too. There’s something awesome about knowing that I’ll be walking down the aisle in a dress that my mom bought for me. Spending the day with her was priceless… and that’s not just because there was free champagne involved.
