You know that feeling you get when you leave a wedding reception. The hazy day dreamy rush of new love.... wondering how your story would play out or if it was even possible to find that perfect person. I LOVED going to receptions as a girl and you would think with my profession I would become jaded to the effect. Well I am far from jaded and I want to be sure I set the right mood with ours. I know what I want my guest to feel and how I want us to remember the day, but I never knew there were so many factors that played a role. To say I am a tad bit stressed is a understatement. Thankfully I have Stevens mom (Marylynn) and sister(Lindsay) to help since my family doesn't live in utah! I figured I would share the planning process on my blog so my family wont have to call me daily to get the "latest and greatest" as they call it.
The day I got engaged we headed straight over to the perfect dress bridal shop. I had my vision for myself set and thought it would be a piece of cake, we would be in and out and I would have my dress. Nobody ever warned me how exhausting trying on dresses was. I began not even caring what the dress looked like once it was finally on. What I wanted, lacy, soft, romantic yet formfitting, I wanted to feel alluring and iridescent in my dress....it had to be me. I tried on 15 plus dresses and was SICK OF IT. They were lovely dresses but I was beginning to think I would have to talk myself into choosing one, and I did. It was a darling dress and it was one of the only ones that would fit my problem area aka my chest. Making a dress temple worthy isnt always a easy task. This dress needed a lot work for me to feel like I could call it mine. It was a baby doll dress with box pleats,a bubble hem and beading on top. I liked it but I was talking myself into it. Thankfully marylynn could tell I wasnt giddy about the gown despite what I was saying....I began checking out mentally. Plus I had the thrill of just getting engaged. My phone was blowing up and it was extremely hard to focus. Lindsay grabbed one and said try this, I raised a brow and said uh ok but what I was really thinking was... holy crap this dress is HUGE no thanks. Sure enough I walked out and it was perfect. It was nothing that I had in mind but it was me 100%. Not a single bead or piece of lace is on the dress but it speaks volumes. I now get to walk into my closet, see it hanging and get a rush of excitement for when I will finally wear it. Sadly for all of you, I have been threaten by Lindsay that if I post groomals before the wedding day I will indeed die. :) It ruins the fun for those going to the temple I guess, so you will have to wait till after october 1st