Weekend Mountain Wedding: The Dress Comes On

September 24, 2009

Weekend Mountain Wedding: The Dress Comes On

My makeup and hair were done. Now the only thing left to do was slip on my dress. A monumental and strange moment all in the same. I'm putting on the dress that I'll marrry my husband in. The dress I wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole until the day of our wedding, in fear that I would damage it, spill on it, catch it on fire, etc... And now, not only do I finally get to wear it, but I'm stripping down to my tiny undies and a clear bra that could better pass for packaging tape. Sister, ok. Close friends there, ok. Extended family and SIL...ok. Photographers... please don't take pictures of my front until I say :)

As you can see I'm holding up the front here. I have many pictures of me holding my boobs in fear that the dress would slip and the packaging tape would be on display again. Note to future brides- don't be like me and hold your boobs for 15 photos. I'll only show you this one :)

I don't know if you can tell in this next picture, but I'm totally holding my breath here. Thoughts running through my head at that moment: Oh gosh- maybe I should have tried on the dress to make sure it still fit... maybe I shouldn't have eaten that entire TUB of malt balls for dinner the other night!