Evolution of a Wedding Dress: Part II

June 17, 2012- Final Fitting

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June 2, 2012
It was finally the month of the wedding. My mom had been joking that she’d be following me down the aisle, still sewing the dress as I walked. But I knew she would finish it in time. This time the top was done. The lace had been integrated with the entire dress. It was breathtaking. (Second-to-last Dress Fitting)

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I really didn’t want to take it off. It was so beautiful.

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I had never seen a wedding dress like this before.

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I also got to try out my cocktail veil. (Meagan and my mom had decided at the hair trial, which she also came to, that I needed to have a veil that was smaller for the reception. Some people have two wedding dresses; one for the ceremony and one for the reception. I have two veils. Much easier. Plus I want to wear this dress as much as I possibly can.)

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May 25, 2012

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May 9, 2012
If there was ever a fitting that would go down as the more dramatic and emotional, it was definitely this one. (Think: Scarlett O’Hara in Gone with the Wind when she rips the curtains down from the window to make a dress so she can look presentable when meeting with Rhett Butler to ask for money to save her family’s plantation. It was epic. I digress.)

My mom had tried out a new top for the dress (after about twelve different prior variations) – green was just the color of a different type of fabric not meant to be the final dress color. And I was having one of those days when, instead of articulating my thoughts like a normal adult human being, I just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind- which, in this instance, was a lot of different ways of saying, “I really just don’t like it.”

So she called my grandma and told her all about it. I followed her down to her studio and she- still on the phone- handed me a sharpie and told me to draw on the fabric where I wanted the neckline to be.

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So I did. And then, while I was still talking to my grandma (she had since passed the phone to me), my mom cut into the dress – it was still on me – to the neckline I had drawn. We added the lace, and the skirt and then continued on with the rest of the dress fitting as per usual.

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The skirt was gorgeous. I could imagine all the photos Gavin would take of it.

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And the necklace was sparkly enough to have a presence but quiet enough as to not interfere with the dress itself.

May 7, 2012

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