After a 6 month search and 8 months before the wedding, I HAVE FINALLY FOUND AND ORDERED MY WEDDING DRESS
For me, finding the right dress was not just about the dress that I cried in when I saw myself, it wasn’t the dress I always pictured myself in. I had other things to factor into my decision that although unimportant for some brides was very important for me.
Start from the beginning:
Back in Feb when I started trying on dresses I thought i was looking for a halter dress. I didn’t think strapless would be for me, but I was told by someone at Davids Bridal that with my chest size i shouldn’t pick out halter dresses, so I took her advice and I didn’t. Well I didn’t find any dresses there but I fell in love with a dress from the next shop we went to. And for the next 6 months I stayed in love with it, picturing myself walking down the aisle in it, it was perfect. Well the only problem was that i wish the beading stood out more
Factor #1: I wanted a dress that the beading stood out more

Another time I went with just my mom and let her pick out dresses she wanted me to try on. It is quite an experience dress shopping with my mom because we have opposite taste in.. everything. The best one she picked soon became her favorite but I still didn’t really like it. I hated the material it was so heavy and I had a lot of cleavage with this dress. But she would not give up
Factor #2: I really liked the tafetta material because it was lighter and I felt like I could move in it

Finally to the present time: I went dress shopping this past Saturday with my mother, FH’s mother, and my sister/MOH. The first appointment I made was at the shop where these two dresses were located and they were the first ones I tried on. I started in the first dress that I liked and I walked out still knowing it was the dress for me but the whole time everyone was ooo-ing and ahhh-ing at me in the dress my mom goes “Wait til you see you the dress i picked” “The dress I picked is better” “I still like the dress I picked” at that point I wanted her to leave, except she was the one paying for the dress so I put up with it. I put on her dress and I still hated it, I knew that was not the one but she would not stop going on about her dress, and it’s not even just me who liked mine over hers because so did the manager from the shop, my sister, and soon to be mother in law. I tried on 2 more that they picked out and I hated. Then my sister found a dress that was a little different than what I tried on but had what I liked and what my mom liked about a dress. I tried it on and loved it. It was a halter dress! The one dress that I tried on as a halter turned out to be my dress.

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