It has been quite the wedding-filled week.
On Monday, my mother came into town and we saw my dress for the first time. Seriously, I haven’t seen this thing since I ordered it in January. JANUARY. I can’t say too much about it because I want to surprise Will (yes, he will see me before I walk down the aisle but I want to surprise him at our first look).
Will does know there was a little dress confusion when we first entered the dressing room. Why? Because this was staring us in the face:
A big ol’ flower on a big ol’ bow.
“This isn’t your dress!” my mother exclaimed, like a scene out of Say Yes to the Dress right before all the pain rains down on one of the alterations ladies. Luckily, between January and last Monday I’d peeked at the dress online and knew that it came with said large-and-in-charge flower. A few snips of thread and the beast was liberated from the rest of my ensemble.
Later, I heard my mother tell my sister that seeing me in the dress was magical. I love love love my dress, but I loved even more hearing how much the experience meant to my mother.
On Wednesday, I had my hair and makeup trial. Will and I were going to dinner at the same place we went on the night of our engagement (we’ve officially been engaged for a year, y’all) so it seemed like an appropriate time to get made up and not waste the fancy.
I absolutely love my hair and makeup ladies. I had so much fun throughout the process and felt like everything I said was understood and put into action. (Pin Me Up Chicago, I love you!)
I looked a little silly on the train ride home (plus, I know I reeked of hairspray) but once I was chez moi, I began an intense self-photo shoot. I was sending the photo above off to friends and family waiting to hear how lovely I look. I IMed Will to tell him that I was so pretty he was going to die. I may have been humming “I Feel Pretty”. (If your life is devoid of West Side Story, I pity you).