I promise, this is my last dress post for a few weeks. You know, for something that was kind of at the end of my priority list, this has turned into alot of drama. Moving on, even though I was so exhausted from dress shopping on Monday... we went to one more store on Wednesday. It definintely wasn't my choice, I pretty much moped the whole way there cause after 45 dresses, I was feeling discouraged. Down in the dumps, "I'm never going to find a dress I love" depressed. I even cried.
The dress I was just dying to try on at the end of February was pretty, but it was too... sparkly for me. It's a beautiful dress and I still love it, but it's just not mine, it's not for me.
So I tried on a couple of dresses at this third store. They were okay, but not anything special. And then I tried on this dress:
... and it was all over. There may have been tears. I didn't want to take it off. I tried on a lace Maggie Sottero, but it just wasn't the same, so I put this one back on. This was my dress. It was different enough to be special, but classic enough to be gorgeous and she was mine. Mori Lee 2517, for those who are keeping score. Taffeta, full and gorgeous skirt, buttons up the entire back, a sparkly belt, shoulder detail with three. Did we buy it?
No.
I could be mean and leave you hanging, but I've drawn out this dress thing long enough! Because the dress was made out of taffeta and my mom and I both wanted a dupioni silk, we're having the dress made by a dressmaker. We got her name from our next door neighbor, whose sister is having her dress made by the same person. I have to go down to Atlanta at the beginning of March to get measured and pick out fabric, and she'll make it from scratch, make a pattern, and it'll be just for me! This is going to be my dress. And I am so, so in love with it.
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