... THE dress

The dress. Oh, the dress. We were going to have to touch on this at some point and I have a feeling that this is the first of many, MANY posts about the dress of all dresses.

I have been dreaming, thinking, planning about THE dress since I was a little girl playing M.A.S.H.  Remember that post? Well that's when it started. The absolute  horror when you ended up with a green or blue or, shudder, multi-coloured dress. Of course we always crossed our fingers and hoped that white would be the last colour standing in the dress category. Beyond that, there weren't many thoughts at the age of 10. However, as the years marched on (and march on they did) I became a bit more, for lack of a better word, creative with my thoughts. White was no longer quite enough. Of course my dress should be white, but what shade of white? What material should it be made out of? What silhouette should it have (I would have asked exactly that question if I had known that word back then). The answer to these questions changed regularly depending on mood, taste, weather, season and boy that I liked. I'm very fickle. When I lived in London, a friend of mine and I went through a phase (oh the shame) of googling 'wedding dresses' and discovering designers. That was when I discovered Vera. I love you, Vera Wang! We would call each other, send links over MSN and generally just enjoy the anticipation (not so much the frustration) of waiting to get married. Neither of us had boyfriends. I feel the need to add that in order to be honest and transparent.

I have bought my dress. Seriously. And not, like, yesterday. I bought it in November. It was a complete surprise. We were having a family weekend and I had always wanted to go dress 'shopping' with Lisa and Mom (and, although I can't say that I 'always' wanted to go with her, the beautiful Aurora) so I jumped at the chance, booked an appointment at a bridal outlet store and we happily made our way there. I was given white gloves, shown the racks with my size on them and told to shove my way through and pick out any I liked. I picked out 7, I think, and number 4 was THE one. The reason why I really, really wasn't expecting on getting a dress that day was because I had already found a dress. I had already called the only store in Germany where that dress is sold. Wait, more accurately, I made Mareike call them and pretend to be me to ask how much the dress is and when it will be sold and had made plans to make my way to that city 3 hours away. Here is a picture of that dress:

Oh the pockets!

Ok, here is another one.

Do you see what's different? Removable flower-strap! Oh, dress perfection.

 Now. I love this dress. I still do. But I don't regret not getting it because I love my real wedding dress. (What I am, just a wee teeny tiny bit sad about is that my dress doesn't have pockets) That love, though, is not enough to protect me from wedding dress... well I guess you would almost have to call it lust. Why do designers keep doing this to me?

Priscilla of Boston. I love the pockets. And the Swarovski belt.

Modern Trousseau. This reminds of the Vera Wang I fell in love with years ago. But it still doesn't come close. 

Yet another from Priscilla of Boston. I love the transparent collar making the 'necklace'. And pockets. Of course. 

Vera Wang. 

Believe me, this is only the tip of the ice berg. I still haven't shown you Jesus Peiro, Jenny Packham, Ivy and Aster, and my all-time personal favourite, even beating Wang, Monique Lhuillier.

It's totally alright for me to get married once a year, right? Someone send help. I think I need it.