When I flick through my wedding album, I see a lot of things.
I see my sparkly gold shoes. I see my sisters giving a speech in rap form, while valiantly enduring the slightly-too-small floral crowns I forced upon them. There’s the wooden arch my partner made for our ceremony. The mile-wide grin on his face as he watched me walk towards him.
There are a lot of things I like about my wedding photos, but my wedding dress is not one of them.
I actually cringe when I spend too long looking at full-length photos of myself on the day, because I just don’t love my wedding gown.
I’m not talking about the typical regrets most 2015 brides will have in five years’ time, when fishtail silhouettes go out of style and chapel-length veils become passé. This is not some regret that’s started haunting me with the passing of years.
My wedding was only four months ago and honestly, I was over my dress by the time our nuptials rolled around.
Here are some photos of the dress. Post continues after gallery:
Grace's wedding day (most photos: Abigail Varney/http://abiweddings.tumblr.com/)
When I mention this in passing to colleagues or friends, they whip themselves into a frenzy of concern. They race to reassure me I didn’t make a bridal attire mistake (as if I were admitting to having failed at event planning, and looking perfect, and womanhood and maybe even life.)
I appreciate their efforts, but I tell them it’s fine. Because quite simply, spending big on a long white dress just wasn’t my priority.
There was nothing awful about my gown, exactly. It just didn’t feel… special. There was no designer feature or soppy story behind why I chose it.
My dress was a strapless, lace-and-tulle creation with a sweetheart neckline and a slight train. It was also about the 20th dress in a line of near-identical items I tried on (it’s true what they say; dresses all look the same after a while).
It was the sample dress other women tried on in the store. So while it wasn’t dirt cheap, it came with a discount that took its price down to the equivalent of a trip to say, Byron Bay rather than the Bahamas.
All in all, my dress lasted just fine for the five hours I needed it to last; then for dancing at the reception, I changed into a super-cheap creation I had made online.
(Read about that slightly nerve-racking experience here.)
After the wedding, I sold my main dress on the internet, shipping it off for some other woman to kind-of-enjoy its middling level of comfort.
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I got married a year ago, spent about $8k on the dress. Looking back, I hate it. So regardless of what you spend you may feel that way lol :)
doesn't hurt that you still look beautiful!