Other than the semi-regular dreams of wedding disasters that I keep having, everything for wedding planning was going fairly well.
The dress. Or should I say dresses. The damn dress decision is distressing me. I need a deputy decision maker. Or a distraction.
There are two dresses that I’ve found. Both nice. Both make me look incredible. Both are similar in price. I can not decide.
Dress One is definitely more “traditional bridal” in fabrics and structure, though it’s still fairly unique in styling and a bit more dramatic than the average gown I’ve seen (and I should know – I swear I’ve tried on every damn dress in existence) in terms of styling and embellishments. It’s going to be hot and heavy in terms of wearing it for hours, but thankfully won’t require any extravagant or involved undergarments (if I were so inclined, I could probably wear nothing under it at all and still look great).
Dress Two is what designers are calling a “destination-style” gown. Tropical weight fabrics and much more informal styling. My Grandmother thinks it makes me look like Grace Kelly. The more modern among us would say it makes me look like J’Lo from the back (in her very, very best days). In fact, while the front has a very flattering line, the back of this dress is really what it’s all about (and isn’t my backside what people will largely be staring at for the first part of the day?). This dress will definitely lead to something “hot and heavy,” but be comfortable to wear all day and well into the evening. The seductive styling and sheer fabrics though, will require a modern miracle in foundation garments and double-sided tape to keep all my bits at a tasteful level for everyone involved.
Also, complicating matters, they are at different stores about 45 minutes apart – making it very hard for me to try them on back-to-back and have a reasonable means for comparison. And of course bridal salons don’t let you take pictures, so any images I have were taken clandestinely with half-done-up dresses in changerooms. In dresses where the sample-sizes are either too-big or too-small (or both, in different places, thanks to the awesomeness of being pear-shaped).
I’m so torn, that (as ridiculous as it sounds) I’m actually considering the budget busting move of getting both, and changing halfway through the event. My justification is that after the wedding I could totally have the train removed from the second dress, get it dyed a colour other than white, then keep it an evening gown. Because I totally need an evening gown, I wear them all the time – there was my prom, and my high-school boyfriend’s prom… and… well… nothing since then, but a black-tie affair could really leap up at any moment, right?
Clearly this issue has driven me completely batshit crazy. Save me from myself internets, talk some sense into me and start dispensing some sane advice. Before this dress decision dilemma drives me to drink.
UPDATE: (Sept. 1/07) Yes, I have made a decision. No, you do not get to know what it is. You’ll have to wait a few months for the pictures!