Okay. I have to be honest; the challenge of The Dress is where I really knew I was out there on my own. The fact that there wasn’t a ceremony that I thought projected our values? We were clever, we’d create one. No father to walk me down an aisle? Eliminate the aisle. But the dress? Talk about mutton dressed as lamb. But - if I didn’t look like a costumed meringue, how would the photographer know which one was The Bride? I solved it by dressing like Me with the volume turned up.
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I have always held muted feminist viewpoints, and these ideals certainly came out when it came time to dress myself as the bride. I spent a great deal of time thinking about my possibilities, considering everything from a gem-tone evening gown to a white pantsuit. In the end, though, persuaded by family, I chose a very simple ivory sheath gown- a design not far from a dress I would choose for any special occasion, but in lovely ivory satin. (I broke away from the ballroom Princess swallowed-by-tulle look.) I also got creative with my jewelry, refusing to wear the juvenile Princess tiara and virginal veil. Instead, I chose bold, colorful jewelry to accent my simple gown.
Posted by: Krista | June 15, 2006 at 03:37 PM
When I went shopping for a bridal gown I became nervous about the big day. So I did what I have become gifted at doing, I kept putting off buying a dress until the last minute. A friend of mine showed me her wedding dress, she had already had her big day. I loved her dress. So I borrowed it, it looked great. I hated the veiled look, so I wore a wreath of fresh flowers in my hair, no veil at all.We got married in Ireland. Mind you it was the hottest day recorded in Irish history, August 17th 1995, those flowers didn't retain their fresh bloom for too long.
Posted by: Loretto | February 04, 2007 at 07:26 PM