I think I mentioned in previous posts that I thought I’d hit a lull in wedding planning. I had that 6 week period when nobody knew about our engagement where I was planning intensely; basically I’d chosen most of the important wedding things without having announced the engagement. And now I’ve reached an impasse. And I think it’s because the only big thing left for me to decide on is, my dress. THE dress. See, that emphasis alone should suggest that it is slightly doom-ridden. And it’s not because I don’t like clothes, that I don’t like dresses; on the contrary – I love nothing more than getting dressed up but the thought of a bridal shop gives me the fear. What if I get stuck in the dress? What if none of them fit me? What if I just hate all of them? In all honesty, I suspect this fear comes from a pleasant ( note: italics) sales assistant when my mum was buying me my Holy Communion Dress at the age of 8 ( got to love the old Catholic upbringing) and this, lovely, ( italics again) lady called me ‘ a little Christmas pudding’. Way to boost the already low self esteem of a chubby, shy 8 year old. And I’d never really thought about it again until this year, but the thought of white taffeta must have brought it out in me. Like hives. At the moment, the only bridal shop that’s appealing to me is Fur Coat No Knickers but I’m not sure I can justify the trips to London for fittings. I am hoping, however, that Liverpool can pull it out of the bag; so when I head to St George’s Hall next month, Look Darling I’m coming to get you!
But you know, to ease the pressure on them, what about you? Have you had good experiences in bridal shops? If so, let me know and I’ll try and pluck up the courage!