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Confession of Wedding Dress Terror


Pretty sure this is THE ONE for me…eeeeek!

So in early January 2011, I had my first invitation ever to go wedding dress shopping with a friend. Woohoo! Fabulous! Can’t wait! Isn’t this every woman’s dream? To go wedding dress shopping? To imagine and dream of that one perfect day when she is a true princess, looks gorgeous no matter what.

Yeah, right.

Just a few minutes in the first shop, and I wanted out. While my friend tried on dresses (and I wrangled one of her two children), I walked around and looked at the dresses. At least, I tried. So many styles, colors, embellishments. It’s truly overwhelming…even more so for a woman (uhum, me) who hates shopping for clothes.

Nope, this is not the dress she picked for her vow renewal, though it was one of my favorites on her!

Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE to dress up and look good and be really stunning on occasion as well. But when faced with the pressure…heck, just the thought of the pressure…of finding that one perfect dress that will do all the right things and not even think of the wrong things for that one perfect dream day, well shit. That is definitely enough to turn this old, hardened realist into a coward.

And then the truth was forced out of me. I’d never even tried on a wedding dress. You know, like that episode of Friends where Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe all go get a $99 sale dress from Kleinfeld’s (when it was still on 5th Avenue in Bay Ridge Brooklyn) and just hang around the apartment all day, pretending.

And then I made the mistake of posting said admission on FaceBook, which netted me a slew of commented, texted, and even called-in astonishments and dares.

And I can’t resist a dare.

So at the last store…David’s Bridal…yes, I tried on a dress. And damned if it isn’t THE ONE. Simple, fitted, with just a bit of bead embellishment on the top and straps. And best of all, it fit in my exact dress size, not the few sizes up that wedding apparel seems to run. And the bonus: under $500 regular price. Huh, not bad for a girl who started the day terrified of doing more than offering my opinion on the dresses my friend was trying on.

 

 

NOTE: I originally wrote this post on January 6, 2011 though I didn’t post it until January 31, 2020.

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I started this blog at a time in my life where everything centered around feeding people and singing everytime I could. That's why my site is named SingingAboutCooking. And since then I have continued to both find things that have served me and release others that were only destined for a season. If you are finding me in 2026 (last time this was updated), you are finding the CeCe who is still passionate about food, has retired from singing due to a medical condition, suffers daily from some new menopause symptom combination, has been diagnosed with autism as an adult eldest daughter female (IYKYK), is moving to the Anchorage-ish Alaska area in 2027, and has embraced her Scorpio crystal and divination witch self.

One thought on “Confession of Wedding Dress Terror”

  1. Wait, what?! All the cray dresses you try on around me? How did I miss out on an invitation to THIS glorious photo op!!

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