The First Fitting Was Not

I had my first dress fitting January 30th. I pulled into the boutique's parking lot and they had it on display! ~gasp!!~ It was so beautiful! I tried mine on and well, it WAS beautiful, gorgeous actually, but I wasn't the most comfortable in it. It was very comfortable, dance worthy but I didn't get the "butterflies" I thought would be associated with trying on this gorgeous gown. I knew I was getting married. In this dress. In 98 days. That's all it was to me: a dress.



I haven't been the one to have princess dreams of my wedding day. Actually, weddings (and marriages for that fact) haven't been a big ordeal in my family. The J.P. was good enough for anybody and that's what everybody did. My generation hasn't expressed the same views as the older generations. I grew up with 7 other cousins, all girls, who have been married and have had the big "to-do's". I don't care for it. I told David that I would like to elope and use the money for a nice vacation somewhere really nice and out of the country. That was a no-go from the get-go. We're both only children but his family is much smaller than mine so weddings are a big deal. There is him and his one cousin. That's it. And the family is really, really close. We couldn't elope alone which is what I wanted. Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Great-Aunt Sally and Second Cousin Tom ALL had to be there. So we decided to plan a small, casual wedding. Small meaning immediate family and our closest friends and casual meaning finger foods and suits. This has not been so because of extended family. VERY extended family. ~sigh~

Going back to the dress. So, the first fitting was not a "fitting" per se. It was only a lets-see-if-my-fat-ass-can-fit-into-this-dress fitting. It did. And now I have more reason to run those 6 flights of stairs and run on my handy-dandy treadmill everyday until then. Go me.