Bridal Countdown: The Dress Fitting

Neither Greg and I have posted anything in a bit, so I thought that I would share a funny little story with you to amuse you during the final month.

From the time that I bought my wedding dress in February, I knew that the dress fitting would symbolize the last bend in the road to the wedding. So when the bridal shop called me to confirm my dress fitting last week I calmly responded, "But that's not until September!"

The woman on the other end of the phone kindly reminded me that it was, in fact, a few days until September (side note: I think the people who work at bridal shops must go through some sort of training that helps them deal with flighty, hysterical clients) . So on Tuesday afternoon I left Boston early and went back up to New Hampshire to be fitted.

Bridal dresses should come with warning labels. First, your dress is going to be two whole sizes larger than the largest dress size you wear. I spend most of my time saying, "Well, my dress is a size X, but I'm really a size Y (really I am)!" Not that I am self-conscious or anything like that...no, no, never.

Second, there is no dressing yourself in a wedding dress. And it's not just, a hey-can-someone-help-me-with-my-zipper kind of thing. It's a the sort of thing that requires someone to kneel down while holding the dress open for you to step in while at the same time this person makes sure you don't step on the dress and rip it. Then, you (the bride) has to hold the dress in place and exhale all the air from your lungs while your kind helper zips you up and effectively corsets you. It's a big mess of satin and tulle and you have to be careful or someone could lose an eye (or at the very least have their finger stepped on).

In my case, I also needed my mother to help me put on my shoes because I could not bend at the waist. For all who read this site I must say, "Thanks Mom"! Who else can dress you like a toddler, laugh hysterically at you, and not make you feel the least bit bad about it?

I finally made it into the dress and waited for my turn with the seamstress. I may not have been able to take any deep breaths, or any normal breaths for that matter, but I must say I looked pretty great. The seamstress was kind and made all the necessary pins to my dress, and my mother and I enjoyed a few moments of relative quiet together since the whole wedding experience began.

So now with only 36 days until the impending nuptials (Thank you, TheKnot.com), one more big detail has been taken care of. Gregory and I are looking forward to the last month of tying up loose ends and seeing all who are able to attend in October. Take care for now!