Wedding Dress...oh wedding dress.

I thought I would piggy back on Jamie's story.  I liked the theme and am totally at a loss for ideas tonight!

When it was time to start looking at wedding dresses, I started in Fort Collins and was quickly frustrated.  I had dreams of finding the perfect little dress at a tiny little shop...not even close.  David's Bridal did not offer me a spot without an appointment (also three ladies milling around!) 

Eventually my sister convinced me to make an appointment at Anna Be.  It was an experience! The grand staircase, the exposed brick, and dress after dress, after beautiful dress!  My third dress was 'the one.'  It was exactly how I had pictured I would look in my wedding dress and luckily, on the scale, my mom with a glint in her eye gave me the excited yesitisexpensivebutitisyourdressanditisperfect nod.  I have a great mom. 

We moved forward and soon I was back at the shop for a fitting, and finally I got to take it home.  We had to make a few adjustments.  A few inches off the bottom (thank goodness, how else is one supposed to make three white flowers for their hair!).  The straps were originally crossed and we decided have them uncrossed.  Great, wedding dress checked off the list!

It is the day of my wedding.  I spent the early afternoon getting ready amidst my bridesmaids, my mom, my aunt, my grandma.  Beautiful pictures, a box of costumers tape to ensure the front of my dress stays in place, borrowed pearl earrings and we are ready to go.  My aunt, mom and grandma had left a little early to go make sure everything at the venue was set up.  It was just me and the girls making our way through the hotel, walking, giggling and making sure we had everything.  And then...disaster.  One of my straps breaks! The back just came off.  Under most circumstances, I would have FREAKED OUT!  Luckily, thankfully ohmygod what would I have done otherwise, one of my bridesmaids is a master seamstress.  She has worked on Hollywood movie sets with costuming and wouldn't you know she just happened to have a needle and thread in her room, a room that was right down the hall.  She sewed me up, we took one last look in the mirror and we were off for real.  In the elevator I was trying to tell Carrie how grateful I was and what a disaster we had avoided!  She smiled, lifted her arm to show that same little needle and a string of thread strategically places near the seam of her dress and said, "don't worry, I got you covered!"

Thankfully, we did not need any more 'mending' that evening.  AND the dress held up well enough for our kiss.