We took my mom's wedding dress, which is now my wedding dress, to the dressmaker last night.
Betty took pictures and I was all, ooh, I'll post them! But apparently this is not the thing to do. You don't show the world how you look in the dress till you're actually getting married in it.
So no pics. Even though I am dying to share. And even though I look like a hot sweaty mess in the pics. Because I was. It was in the 90s yesterday.
But you guys, it's my dress! And it's got all of this love from my mom and my grandmother sewn up in it! And it's so pretty!
It caught me off guard, how emotional I got about this dress. We've all been fairly low key about this whole wedding business.
And then yesterday I was telling one of my friends at work that I was going to get my dress altered that night, and I started to cry. Out of nowhere.
So Betty and I took the dress to the dressmaker, who was super impressed at the fact that Betty had made it all those years ago. And that it's held up so well. For nearly 50 years it has lived in tissue paper in a cardboard box. The fabric looks fantastic. The seams are perfect.
I put it on, and the waist just fits. When I say just fits, I mean, fits enough to breathe regularly. But not enough to have a full stomach. And there isn't enough fabric to take it out or move the zipper at all.
So I absolutely will not be gaining one pound. I don't have many absolutes about the wedding, but looking and feeling great in this dress is one of them.
The top needs a lot of alteration. Because not only am I a different size, but an entirely different shape. The era of the crazy pointy bra is long past. Thank goodness, no?
Apparently there are suck-you-in undergarments that can help with a myriad of things. Which she said I need to decide on before she does major alterations. Also, I need to find the exact bra that I'm going to wear. Because this can make all the difference in not only size and shape but where my boobs will sit in the dress.
Plus, I need to get a crinoline before she can shorten it. She said they're expensive, and to borrow one from a recent bride, since really, when will I ever, ever wear it again? Good point.
She also asked about a veil. If I want one, this is another thing she said not to buy. Because they can cost $400 or $500! !!! She said they're shockingly easy to make, and I could make it myself or have her make one.
Do I want a veil? I thought not, and then she said, "When else in your life are you ever going to have the opportunity to wear one?"
And now I realize how slippery a slope all this wedding stuff is. It's once in your life. Why not crazy expensive shoes? Why not a massive princess dress with real crystals? Why not a tiara?
She is very practical and down-to-earth, but with so many people, this is the message you get, over and over: It's once in your life. It's your day. You can have anything! Anything!
It kind of makes me want to ask for a pony.