The Dress

I found my wedding dress. It is bought. And no, it's not any of those pictured above!

This is kind of amazing to me. I started looking comparatively late (ie. last week) and didn't really realise until I saw the shop-girls' looks of consternation that I should have started at least 3 months earlier. Because they have to order dresses and things. Who knew?

Yes, yes. I know I should have realised this. But I have been putting off looking forever for no good reason and thankfully my mother, suddenly calculating that we only have 11 weeks to go, gave me a hard push and took me shopping.

There are about 5 bridal boutiques in my home town. We went to 4 of them. Here's how it went.

Day 1 - we dropped into a small boutique in the main street. The shop was empty, but we were told we had to make an appointment. (This was where I learnt that you should always ring ahead). So we made one for 45mins from that point and left. We went across the road to the biggest bridal boutique, the one that was always hassling me at wedding expos to go visit them. The girl was about 16, skinny beyond belief and wearing nude gladiator heels. I liked her anyway. She was happy to let me try dresses without an appointment so I managed to squeeze into 2 before we had to go back for our other appointment.

The 2nd one I tried was pretty amazing - ivory with lots of diagonal pleats, it was so 1920s and yet not. I was not allowed to take a photo of it as gladiator girl advised they had an agreement with the designer not to allow photography. I was allowed to take a pic of the first one though, apparently the designer of that one was cool. (I'm not going to share it with you though, sorry. It was unflattering, but fulfilled my desire to see what a princess ballgown would look like on me. It was hot, heavy and extremely hard to move about in. HOW DO THOSE GYPSY BRIDES DO IT?)

We exited and went back to the first shop. There, the shop-girl was lovely but their range was not huge. She managed to squeeze me into about 4 dresses (one would not fit over my bust, or hips. That's what happens when you try to squeeze a size 20+ girl into a size 10 dress!), none of which I liked. There was one though, that was full-on gold satin with pleats and the hugest train imaginable... it was like something Christina Aguilera would wear. This shop had a strict no photography rule for all dresses, and even a sign saying 'Please do not be offended if we ask you to delete any photos you take'. Whoa.

Day 2

We booked an appointment at the oldest bridal boutique in town. I rang the lady at about 9am, she said she was there on here own and had been doing fittings since 6.30am that morning. Poor thing. When I showed up for my appointment I found a fussy old lady who talked a lot, took one look at me and announced she didn't have much on the rack for me. When she heard about my 11 week time-frame, she said it was too late to order a dress at all and I would have to buy off the rack if I wanted anything from there. She was an incredibly slow fitter, but managed to squeeze me into two dresses, neither of which were very nice. The first one cut my shoulders something horrible with its beaded sleeves. I really couldn't get over her negativity, and vowed unless I saw something amazing we wouldn't be buying there. I didn't, and we left.

As we were walking out, I suggested to mum we head back up the arcade as earlier I had walked past a small boutique that hadn't come up on Google Maps or in my Yellow Pages search. It was a tiny place but packed with dresses. The sign said it did couture dresses. OMG. Couture. I have wanted a couture dress ever since seeing a magazine in the newsagent. I looked at mum, raised an eyebrow. She shrugged and walked in.

The lady (I couldn't call her a shop-girl, she was middle-aged and perfectly turned out. I learned later she is a DESIGNER) was lovely. I explained our short time-frame, our budget and asked if they would have anything to suit. She did, pulled two dresses off their rack and said I didn't need an appointment to try anything on.

The first dress was exactly what I didn't want. I had told her I want a skirt of tulle, organza or other light material and that I wasn't a fan of satin. This dress was a strapless full satin number in a champagne shade and extremely shiny. It had a bit of bling but did have the pleats I had heard were so flattering to the larger bride. The second was a white empire-line fantasy in tulle, it was positively Grecian. Oh, it was lovely. I grudgingly said I would try the first dress first, as something someone had told me was niggling the back of my mind: NEVER JUDGE A DRESS ON THE HANGER.

Well. As the lady did up the zip she remarked it could have been made for me. I rotated 90 degrees to glimpse myself in the mirror and had one of those moments. You know, the ones where you go "LIGHTBULB!". It was definitely made for me. And you know what? Suddenly it didn't matter that it was satin-y and shiny. It was utterly gorgeous on and gives me a waist like you would not believe. I can only describe it as a 1940s feel, with drapes and pleats and all sorts of things going on. It has a small train which we can bustle, and diamante spaghetti straps which we can add if I don't want to go totally strapless. It's not exactly couture, but it is the shop's own design so I know I won't see many other brides wearing it. Plus, it was priced in our budget.

I love it. Mum does too and we bought it. Yay!

Now comes the next step - accessories. Shoes, veil, earrings, necklace...

Magazine Overload

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Bridal Magazines. Just those two words used to be enough to make me go wide-eyed and gooey. I'd skirt the bridal section in the newsagent, surreptitiously glancing at the covers and drinking in the beautiful details. Cover stories leapt out at me enticingly, attempting to lure me closer with their articles about venue ideas, wedding favours, bridesmaid advice and honeymoon destinations with palm trees and colourful cocktails. I was obsessed.

And yet, I rarely ever picked them up to browse, much less got up the courage to BUY one. I had this feeling that I wasn't allowed. That they were SPECIAL magazines, made only for those who were actually engaged and planning a wedding. As I grew older and the chances of marriage grew more remote, I grew paranoid. I felt like getting caught flipping through the pages of a bridal magazine would earn me glances. That people would be thinking in their head, "You're TERRIBLE Muriel!".

Yes, I think the film Muriel's Wedding gave me a complex about bridal magazines. Poor Muriel's obsession with getting married despite not having a partner never stopped her from indulging in those things that are normally only the preserve of the affianced. I thought that looking at bridal magazines when I wasn't engaged would make people think I was a desperate, lonely, sad old spinster. I waited until I was engaged two whole days before purchasing my first one.

Now that was a good feeling. It was like eating forbidden fruit!

Since, I've learnt that some ladies actually do browse, read and purchase these mags when not engaged to be married. Some without the strange shame that I attached to such an act myself… and I envy those women! Perhaps I could have gotten my obsession out of my system sooner.

It took about three months for the shine to wear off. Three months of buying a new bridal mag every fortnight, sometimes two. My mother was buying them for me too, I think she was taking as much delight in them as I was. And there was endless variety - from the big, thick glossy ones that weigh a ton to the smaller, matte-paged boutique publications. I amassed quite a collection, and followed the advice of every wedding planning article I read by starting an inspiration board. I quickly filled it up and forgot about it, though my partner was nice enough to hang it on the wall outside the office.

And then, the magazines started to lose their appeal. They all started to look the same. I didn’t want to spend $15 on a mag that had 150+ pages of wedding dresses (and the rest advertising) any more. And there are only so many articles that can be written on speech etiquette, after all. Only so many bridesmaid gift guides that one girl can stomach. And certainly there is a limit to the number of shoe options one woman could possibly need.

I stopped buying them. I started booking vendors, and planning the “look” of my ceremony and reception. I actually found that I had gotten more inspiration from online bridal blogs than the magazines I and my mother had spent a fortune on. True, there were some like Real Weddings that showcase wonderful real wedding days that were wonderful, and I am grateful for these magazines and also ones like White, that have such a different focus than the “glossies”.

Now I’ve settled on things like colour scheme and flowers, my pile of bridal magazines are gathering dust. I’m curious what other people do with theirs.

Do you pass them on?
Do you throw them out?
Do you stash and treasure, to flip through at a leisurely pace at some point in the years to come?

I’m also curious about YOUR thoughts on bridal magazines. Are you a sneaky reader? Ever bought one/two/many when you weren’t planning a wedding? Ever been called a Muriel?

P.S. I've also stopped reading bridal blogs. Frankly, they are getting intimidating!

Honeymoon hiccup

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My partner and I have been fortunate enough to receive our honeymoon as a gift. Essentially, his father received a 5-night Fiji holiday as a Christmas bonus last year, and he has transferred it to C's name.

I made a terrible assumption - that we could book for whatever date we pleased. I kept putting off calling the travel agent, thinking I'll get to that when I get to that. Mistake.

Today I rang them, and apparently for this particular package, they only have spaces for a set number of couples for any given date. For our wedding date, the next available departure and stay is fully booked out. As is the next 4 weeks.

The nice travel agent man patiently explained to me that the next trip we can take after our wedding would be the first week of May. As we are getting married in late March, this is not ideal.

I'm annoyed at myself, but also comforted by the fact that even if we had booked months ago, we still wouldn't have got the departure after our wedding - it's the first weekend of school holidays, and was completely booked out straight away.

I've run all this past my darling partner, and he is not phased. And if he isn't, why shouldn't I be? After all, it's a free holiday - we shouldn't mind having to wait 5 weeks after our wedding to take it.

When did you take your honeymoon? Where did you go?

Photography

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I'm all about photos. When I travel, I don't collect souvenirs. I always say my photos are my memories. I'm also all about the scrapbooking, and you can't scrap without photos, right?

As you can imagine I have been quite picky about the photographer for the wedding. I wanted someone who not only was willing to work with us (well, mainly me) to get the look and "vibe" that we wanted, but was reasonably priced. My initial research made it abundantly clear that if there is one thing to learn about wedding photographers, it is that you can pay a little, or pay a LOT.

Of course, you pay more, you get a better product. But when some advertise basic packages starting at $2000 and only go up from there, budgetary considerations bring a prospective bride down to earth with a loud bump.

We ended up only meeting two different photographers, and booking the first one. Why? They were a couple with many years experience, they took the trouble to ask us what WE actually wanted (as opposed to telling us what they could do, which was the tack the other bloke took) and they were reasonably priced.

Debating whether to reveal them on this blog, so I won't link them at this stage. But suffice to say, I am very excited. Except for the dress, all the big stuff is now nailed down: venue, celebrant, caterer, florist and photographer. Whee!

Ooh, that's Pinterest-ing! Wedding dresses

It was the wonderful @jackieocean who first suggested I used pinterest for wedding planning. She sent me an invite and said it had been very helpful for her so far for keeping track of ideas.

And boy, was she right. Pinterest is a cornucopia of pretty things - and with its help (and a few bridal blogs) I have been able to refine my indeas about what I want for my big day. I've been able to pin ideas about everything from shoes to cakes, reception centrepieces to dresses.

This week I've been kind of obsessed with the idea of a ballgown wedding dress. The fluffier the better. I have no idea where this tulle mania has come from, given that I do not like the "meringue" look, but I love the idea of a huge skirt of my wedding dress.

So here's some pins I've looked at this week...

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And some with colour! Tossing up the idea of having a non-white dress is very exciting!

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I'm linking up with Tinagray.me's Ooh that's pinterest-ing!

Organized! Oh my.

We finally have a date. If you're a real life friend and have been hanging out for this, I will be sending you an email or direct message soon!

I was Wedding Productive today. I had one of those spurts of interest where for some reason I just thought - why not make a few calls?

So I got on the phone and booked appointments with:

- the caterer

- the florist

- possible photographer

- possible celebrant

And I finally remembered to google our honeymoon resort. Oh my.

FIJI BABY. HERE WE COME.

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8 months or so and counting. Oh my.

Love is like wildflowers

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"Love is like wildflowers; It's often found in the most unlikely places." - Ralph Waldo Emerson I went and saw the florist on the weekend. She asked what I wanted, and I said "wildflowers". What she guessed I meant was Australian Natives. I have no idea why, but during the past few years I have grown to really appreciate our native flora. I adore gum-leaf green, pink grevillea, spiky banksia and the unusually shaped flowers, stems, leaves and petals of the bush. The florist showed me many different types of flowers, including banksia, grevillea, bottle brush, protea (not Australian, I know, but look FANTASTIC in a bouquet), flowering gum, geralton wax, eucalypt and waratah. I think the waratah is a little too big though!

It was so exciting. I've always secretly wanted to be a florist.