Before the new school year started, I went wedding dress shopping with my dear friend, Michelle. I didn't expect to find anything and didn't love anything I tried on at two different shops. I wasn't a typical bride-to-be in that I dreaded dress shopping and didn't have a clear idea about what I wanted.
Enter Vera. This sweet lady founded a local dress shop in the 60s and happened to be in the shop while I was unsuccessfully seeking the perfect dress. She told me about her old flagship shop, which had been transformed into a clearance center, housing vintage, samples, and discontinued dresses. She made an appointment for me to see her seamstress that day, and off we went. Michelle and I were like kids in a candy store! The shop was closed except for us. We took over the place, pulling dresses from all the rooms and finding unique gems and laughable styles. I found my dress there, and as I stood before the mirror, agonizing about the decision, Vera appeared. She had driven to Janesville to see how I was faring.
The dress was, as you can imagine for a vintage gown, too tight. It wasn't in perfect condition, nor was it new. It did, however, encompass everything I was looking for in a dress, everything that I wasn't finding in the rows and rows of strapless, bright white princess dresses.
To Vera's and my delight, I bought the dress. I hid it in the closet, warned Chris not to look, and decided to get it altered after the holidays.
Today, I decided to visit my gown. I was surprised when I pulled it out of the closet that it is so heavy. I'd forgotten how well made it is. I tried it on and was shocked that after two months of increasing yoga, decreasing beer, and eating healthier in general...the dress almost fits as is! I could zip it up to about a quarter of an inch shy of the end of the zipper! If this keeps up, I'll need the dress taken in instead of let out! What a good feeling, to love my dress more than the day I brought it home, and to fit in it better as well!