Let's rewind to March 17th, where all this began. My lovely, then boyfriend, decided to pop the question on the front steps of our newly finished home, complete with a handmade box and 2c cushion cut custom made ring. A girl could just die, right? Of course I said yes-- who could turn down a handsome man with a tear in his eye? I gave myself the entire night to be excited and promised myself, as any soon to be college graduate with back to back exams for the next month and a half, to NOT pursue any wedding plans until I graduate. Guess how long that lasted?
As each day passed, I allotted myself time on the knot.com, bought a bridal magazine every trip to Publix and then, finally asked my maid of honor if we should go dress shopping--just to browse of course--to see what shape dress looked best on my body. She said yes.
Worst. Plan. Ever.
Maybe I'm a bit cynical about this whole wedding process (I blame my wonderful, yet frugal father), but I thought trying on dresses this soon was entirely too premature for a wedding almost a year away and with the price tag of a vintage car, (beat up, yes, but a car nonetheless) was insane. BUT trying to fit the part and with an urge to procrastinate from my studies, I made an appointment with my local boutique, brought pictures of what I liked based on what I'd seen on the internet and what suited my style. "No satin," I screamed..."vintage lace for a garden wedding," I insisted. With 6 dresses ready to try for fun, I asked for the ivory satin dress in the storefront window--again, just for fun. The first dress was stylish, fashion forward, but not "the one." Duh. This was just a test run, of course I wasn't going to find anything I like.
Then it happened. Dress 2 left me speechless. I pranced out of that dressing room like a six year old girl in her first princess dress from Disney. No other dress could trump this beauty. I think I decided in my heart right then and there I wasn't going to leave without that dress. Truth be told, 1 week, 5 family witnesses, 1 way too pushy saleswoman, and $4800 later, the dress, a pair of Swarovski crystal pumps, and a cathedral veil were mine. All mine. Yippee.
And this is what I ended up with:
Exhibit A.
Lazaro 3018
And I rest my case. Stunning. Breathtaking. Elegant. All with a hint of vintage glamour.
And way too damn expensive.
So begins my intoxicating obsession with wedding planning.
