A Wedding Dress Made From Magic
August 23rd, 2010They say that when you try on “THE” wedding dress you “just know.” Brides say they feel their Most beautiful. Most special. Most amazing. Hilary didn’t have that feeling when she bought her wedding dress. But then her “THE” wedding dress came along….
We are featuring Hilary & John’s beautiful wedding on our blog tomorrow. We just loved this email she wrote to her best friends the day after she bought THE DRESS. We thought it was such a perfect description of how a women feels when she finds her dress, we couldn’t wait to share it….
“So you know the show Say Yes to the Dress? Well, even if you don’t, you’ll know how people say, 
“When I put on my wedding dress I just knew it was for me… I cried…” So, I never had that. In fact, I thought those people were a little titched. The only reaction I worried about having was Carrie’s in Sex and the City when she is supposed to marry Aiden, has a panic attack in the dress, and Miranda has to rip her out of it.
I bought a dress, for super cheap, back in September mainly to: a) get the shopping experience over with because my body doesn’t really work in wedding dresses and b) to halt a sort of sad and depressing shopping experience. It was not fun and I never loved the dress, but I figured I would only wear it for a few hours, so whatever. Lately, I’ve been feeling bad about that dress for a few reasons, namely that it will live on forever in the form of pictures and, since I am walking by myself down the long aisle at Memorial Church, I wouldn’t feel like I could stand out enough on my own. Whenever I read a bridal magazine, I would check out the dress pics, only oh-so-casually; but nothing struck my fancy, so I let it go.
Until, it did.
And then I fell hard. Very hard. It was a new dress from Priscilla of Boston. So new it isn’t even on their website yet. I saw it advertised in one magazine, then two, then three. By the third time I saw it, I cried. No joke, I cried (granted I’m a little emotional lately, but still!). John knew I didn’t feel great in my dress and he saw me get so worked up, so we talked about it on Sunday and he convinced me I should at least try it on, otherwise, I would always wonder, and he said, “You deserve to feel beautiful on our wedding day, so if you really want it, we will find a way to make it happen.” You see, I knew my (suddenly) dream dress would not be cheap. But the man of my dreams is totally priceless, clearly.
I found the dress on the Internet. I stared at it. I refreshed. It was like a boy I had a crush on, I kept looking at the picture. And every time I did, my hardened little bridal heart skipped a beat.
So I called the store in Boston. They said they had it in. They promised me they wouldn’t tempt me with the forbidden fruit (which I have now named, YES I NAMED MY DRESS, “Hilary Grace”) unless they could guarantee it would be in for May 15th. I made an appointment for the next morning at 11 am. I fretted and giddily refreshed some more and hoped it would transform me into a beautiful bride.
I woke up with knots in my stomach. As I approached the store, I saw it in the window. My eyes teared. I’m not kidding! I got up there and a sweet bridal consultant who I had met before was there. She got me in the dress. I cried. A lot. She had to bring me tissues. Embarrassing! They brought people out– no one had seen the dress on before! I told them I felt like a bride for the first time and they said it was about time (then again, they wanted to make the sale, ha ha).
In short, I bought my dress, which I say is made from magic. It is made from magic because it makes me feel beautiful, and pretty, and reminds me that I am marrying the best guy in the world for me. I told John I never wanted to take the dress off, that I would even clean the house it in. He told me I couldn’t clean the house in it, because we are selling it after the wedding, especially since demand will be high for this new-ish design. He’s still John and I love him for that. 
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How did you feel when you found your THE DRESS?
