Yes. I’m getting married. Yes. I’m going to buy a dress.
What I will do:
Freak out about the dress.
Try dresses on and find myself resembling either: a doily, a wedding cake, or a trashy princess… (wait, actually, I might totally love that.)
At some point, realize the shoes are more important than the dress in my world.
Decide the dress is not going to get the best of me.
Find an amazing pair of shoes.
And get a dress made to match the amazingness of the shoes.
Debate getting married in a pencil skirt with blouse to better showcase the shoes.
What I won’t do:
Spend multiples of thousands on a dress.
Cry over the dress.
Feel like a princess (unless, it’s a trashy princess – see above.)
Throw a fit because the lace isn’t the same as in the magazine picture that I am holding aggressively in a salesperson’s face.
Or any other horrible, yet hilarious-to-watch-happen-to-other-people-on-reality-tv event.
Why this rant?
Last night while going on our first tour of potential venues, the wedding coordinator made an off the cuff comment about how if we booked in a winter month, we could save some cash to spend on a nicer dress.
This bugged me.
FIRST, any left over cash is so going towards a better photographer package or honeymoon or a sideboard or that chair he loves.
And SECOND, what makes you think my dress isn’t already absolutely amazeballs? (forget about the fact that it doesn’t already exist).
I am looking forward to our wedding. Marriage is something I find beautiful and wonderful and awe-inspiring. I’m even okay with the church ceremony that my dad wants. I love ritual. And the idea of walking down the aisle with my dad on this day – well, the tears – they are a flowing already.
And I know our wedding will be a ridiculously awesome fun time. The music alone will be enough to make it the party of the season. And the party favors. And you know, we will have a pretty good cake with a very perfect-for-us cake topper.
But, the dress? It will be special. And I will love it when I find it. And I’m sure it will look wonderful on me and make me happy. But, the dress isn’t where I’d dump extra money. The dress, really the shopping for a dress, is a big part of what stresses me out about wedding planning. I love shopping and I love planning events and parties. But the industrialization of wedding planning grosses me out. I know I watch the occasional wedding reality show, but I hate what an industry this is. The emphasis on all these petty details ruins the intent of the day. I want to be married to him and I want a beautiful wedding day. It will not be the best day of my life. My hope is that every day after it is the best day of my life.